Out in the great world, life chimes like a bubbling freshet,
The battle for bright fate and freedom blazes crimson,
Faith and hope maintain there constant their dominion,
Peoples are invited to life's more worthy session.
In the great world, heaven sows no teardrops stinging,
Injustice - that foul witch, frames no yokes of oppression,
Blinding darkness will not crush thought and expression,
Nor entice souls into traps, and to doom bring them.
Out in the great world, bells chime in all their glory,
People from their shoulders slough the cramping fetters,
From slavery's woes, they take a new path, sunward, better.
Out in the great world, all proceeds rightly, surely,
According to God's law, shining in bright glory...
But here, what do we here? Just set our chains a clatter.
1912