The battle will not cease Till once again on those white steeds ye ride,
O heaven-descended Twins,
Before humanity's bewildered host.
Our javelins Fly wide,
And idle is our cannon's boast.
Lead us, triumphant Brethren,
Love and Peace.
A fairer Golden Fleece Our more adventurous Argo fain would seek,
But save,
O Sons of Jove,
Your blended light go with us, vain employ It were to rove This bleak,
Blind waste.
To unimagined joy Guide us, immortal Brethren,
Love and Peace.
