A vision.it reads:
That solemn line came marching
Of both the lowly and the proud
Still under a silent sky arching
Open and free from every cloud
To whom did these faces belong
The downcast walk without a song
And neither is their trodding loud
And their suffering is long.
Alas, among these had humility
But did their abasement save
Those who now stand in equality
With those who took and those who gave?
They all dwell now in darkling dread
And have no sight within their head
Beseech then, you who can yet see
The One who can still save the Dead.