Sad-eyed and weary, Thou must suffer more,

Until thy supermen have paid the score

For outraged daughters, murdered sons and wives;

For ravaged homesteads, and brave soldiers' lives.

Be not dismayed! Altho your Cup of Woe

Is full to overflowing from the blow;

Tho Justice seems indifferent to your prayer,

And ruin stalks about you everywhere.

The day of reckoning is near at hand,

When Justice will restore your pillaged Land,

And Vengeance will unsheath its righteous blade

And flay the Teutons till your score is paid.