World empires are to God but school-boys set a task. Their task to learn how mankind can find joy; Can best arrange to live in mutual love, Giving to all health, justice, mind. How best to rule all nature for their power; To serve themselves and lift man from the brute. But when the answer comes before God's eyes, So far from right, with centuries to try, He washes the soiled slate clean of the imperfect work, And Revolution summons a new class. |