THE gods of Greece they sit in peace
Amidst their mined altars;
Unsought by prayer, no more they care
Whether she stands or falters.
In Nilus' vale no suppliant's wail
Attests his vanished glory;
Unheard his song, he rolls along,
Telling his ancient story.
The Pope of Rome, we hear him drone
His syllabi and speeches;
With leaden ear the people hear,
Unmindful what he teaches.
Old Kaiser Bill still speaks his will
To slaves that bow before him;
But one more word can yet be heard,
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