Mightier than the sword art thou, Lo! on many a regal brow Furrows which thy point has wrought, Troubles which thy work has brought.

Mightier than the sword art thou, List! a maid records her vow, That so long as life shall last, Ne’er a doubt shall love o’ercast.

Naught of bliss or naught of woe, But thou can’st on man bestow, With thy tiny pointed prow, Mightier than the sword art thou.