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