By Grace of God, Rise

Though change so great has swept the world, There is no need to grieve or smart: The same the earth and same the skies, By Grace of God, rise! Play your part!

The same hot blood runs in your veins That raised the cry ʺThe self is Trueʺ By Grace of God, rise! Play your part! And go in quest of ventures new.

Donʹt mourn or weep for scattered brain, It is a spell that Franks have cast: This charm with case you can remove, Act, act, anew and leave the past!