It breathed no sighs of a strength hungering for space; it shouted no provoking cries of irritated courage ready to crush both the good and the bad indiscriminately.

It did not voice the elemental instinct of the animal to snatch freedom for freedom's sake, nor the feeling of wrong or vengeance capable of destroying everything and powerless to build up anything.

In this song there was nothing from the old, slavish world.

It floated along directly, evenly; it proclaimed an iron virility, a calm threat.
Simple, clear, it swept the people after it along an endless path leading to the far distant future; and it spoke frankly about the hardships of the way.

In its steady fire a heavy clod seemed to burn and melt--the sufferings they had endured, the dark load of their habitual feelings, their cursed dread of what was coming.
"They all join in!" somebody roared exultantly.