Right must not live in idleness, br Nor dwell in smug content; br It must be strong, against the throng br Of foes, on evil bent. br br Justice must not a weakling be br But it must guard its own, br And live each day, that none can say br Justice is overthrown. br br Peace, the sweet glory of the world, br Faces a duty, too; br Death is her fate, leaves she one gate br For war to enter through.