Canto CXXV
And all is well, tho’ faith and formBe sunder’d in the night of fear;Well roars the storm to those that hearA deeper voice across the storm,
Proclaiming social truth shall spread,And justice, ev’n tho’ thrice againThe red fool-fury of the SeineShould pile her barricades with dead.
But woe to him that wears a crown.And him, the lazar, in his rags:They tremble, the sustaining crags;The spires of ice are toppled down,
And molten up, and roar in flood;The fortress crashes from on high,The brute earth lightens to the sky,And the vast Æon sinks in blood,
And compass’d by the fires of Hell,While thou, dear spirit, happy star,O’erlook’st the tumult from afar,And smilest, knowing all is well.