Classic Poem

Lift up your heads ye peoples,
The miracle has come!
No longer are ye helpless,
No longer are ye dumb.
Those whom ye craved to lead you
Your path of yearning dare.
The few rejoice with feasting,
The millions praise with prayer.

Lift up your hearts, ye peoples,
Cheer every doubting soul
That found the road a barrier
Betwixt you and your goal.
Go, say to him that feareth
That Peace is but a wraith:
“Not rulers, but the people
Shall seal the peoples' faith.”

Lift up your hands, ye peoples,
And take the sacred vow:
“To War's age-honored Moloch
No longer will we bow.”
Your leaders who have followed—
Arise and follow them!
Oh, hear ye not the Angels
Singing of Bethlehem?