Florian's Song
My soul, it shall not take us, O we will escape This world that strives to break us And cast us to its shape; Its chisel shall not enter, Its fire shall not touch, Hard from rim to centre, We will not crack or smutch. 'Gainst words sweet and flowered We have an amulet, We will not play the coward For any black threat; If we but give endurance To what is now within, The single assurance That it is good to win. Slaves think it better To be weak than strong, Whose hate is a fetter And their love a thong. But we will view those others With eyes like stone, And if we have no brothers We will walk alone.
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