Low and fallow ground below us may lie
To seek that soil’s embrace, cradle of life
Humble aspiration, kingly reward
Take part with yon god, gods or some goddess
Urge and shelter, worship green creation
Tis not for us this peaceful endeavor
Climb the high ground, heavy footfall on the stone
Thrust, strike; with curve of blade sow seeds of war
Hurl and rebut, worship destruction
Hard though it be yon lofty road is ours
To stumble and fret through all painful years
A life of death to save living in blood
Until in the end we tumble chilled toward
Low and fallow ground in which we may lie