“I have built my state,” said the proud earth,
⁠“In strife and foul dissension;”
“Thy church uprising,” cried the grey rocks,
⁠“From blood and hot contention.”

“Lo! I am athirst,” sighed the brown earth,
⁠“Grant me red wine to spend.”
“As it was in the beginning,” said the great hills,
⁠“And shall be to the end.”