Ye brethren!

YE BRETHREN!

Ye brethren!
Cling not thy fist before evil
Subvert not the smiles of the people
Fasten the hearts of nations
The children, the young, and the aged

Find in thy heart
The fruit of love to feed the lonely
Provide to them, a gift from heaven
Cover them in fine robes and clothing
But unveil to thy heart, their feelings

Let not this bare land be drunk in blood
For it yieldeth no grey tree in bloody soil
A sign of no prudence, no wisdom, no counsel
But bloody trees

Lighten the path of the blind
Embrace both the wild and the mild
Wipe the tears of they that mourn
Refresh their hearts with songs of the beautiful morn

Ye brethren!
Fear not, stand firm!
Stand firm, stand firm ye brethren!
For a stormy wind cometh before thee
Trace thy stands from the roots of the mightiest tree
Stand firm, stand firm!

Erode the fears of the little
Pay less heed to the roars of a pistol

Be thou, the voice of the mute
Be thou, the eyes to the world of the youth
And be thou, the tune of triumph

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