text:  Weep for the _living_! mourn no more Thy children slain on Moskwa's shore Cut off from evil! want and anguish And care for ever brooding and in vain; No more to be beguiled! no more to languish Under the yoke of labour and of pain! Their doom of future joy or woe For good or evil done below The Judge of all the earth will order rightly! Flee winding error through the flowery way To daily follow truth! to ponder nightly On time and death and judgment nearer day by day! Bewail thy bane deluded France Vain-glory overweening pride And harrying earth with eagle glance Ambition frantic homicide! Lament of all that armed throng How few may reach their native land! By war and tempest to be borne along To strew like leaves the Scythian strand? Before Jehovah who can stand? His path in evil hour the dragon cross'd! He casteth forth his ice! at his command The deep is frozen!--all is lost! For who great God is able to abide thy frost? EPODE