When days flit by like birds on wing
And shadows lie o’er all the earth,
When silence is no longer thought
A virtue to be sought;
And when all forms of decency
Have come to end, to shameless end,
Each action disregarding that
Which moral law requires.
When all of mankind seems to shout
The end of right, of truth and light,
As they proclaim, no conscience weighs
No heart for mercy prays.
Oh! when will daylight break this night,
This night of endless hurt and pain?
Will all the earth remain untouched