The battle will not cease Till once again on those white steeds ye ride, O heaven-descended Twins, Before humanity's bewildered host. Our javelins Fly wide, And idle is our cannon's boast. Lead us, triumphant Brethren, Love and Peace. A fairer Golden Fleece Our more adventurous Argo fain would seek, But save, O Sons of Jove, Your blended light go with us, vain employ It were to rove This bleak, Blind waste. To unimagined joy Guide us, immortal Brethren, Love and Peace.