Let the headsman's black axe sever <br />The thread of life the Highest spun; <br />Immortal thought it will not bring to ruin, <br />The spirit's life it may not take! <br /> <br />In time's delirium, smoking, scarlet <br />Before the Hour's Prince, time on time <br />The flow of blood has stained the Colosseum. <br />That for the ages Love might flower. <br /> <br />Such is the law for aye unbroken <br />In all that life has brought to pass: <br />On earth the right is with the persecuted, <br />The judge is always put to shame. <br /> <br />Kingdoms have guttered, and in quiet <br />Sleeps their might, their fleeting play; <br />But timeless gleams a morning – glow in darkness, – <br />The light that shines from Huss's pyre... <br /> <br />In stern malevolence, O hangman <br />Of spirit, revel in your toil; <br />But he who tries to crush the Word's wise babble, <br />Shall bring down lightnings on his head!<br /><br />Jurgis Baltrušaitis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-favorites-of-violence/
