Chorus: Strophe
In all our ups and downs a wise
Man knows the gods have final say,
Nor can one house monopolize
Destiny, but from day to day
Luck pirouettes, and people who
Had conquered stoop, while drudges make
Their fortunes overnight. But you
Cannot get out of it or break
Through by chicanery.
You’ll find
To try’s a waste, time out of mind.
Antistrophe
Don’t take God’s orders lying down
Or fret because Macaria’s won
A high and durable renown
For kin and country.
She’s undone,
For doing what will send her through
The ages. A
stout heart commands
Its way through pain.
In that she’s true
To everything her father stands
For and her birthright, true as steel.
The brave are gone; the quick must feel.
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