While The Billy BoilsSearchWe come with peace and reason,We come with love and light,To banish black self-treasonAnd everlasting night.
We know no god nor devil,We neither drive nor lead—We come to banish evilIn thought as well as deed.
And this our grandest mission,And this our purest worth;To banish superstition,The blackest curse on earth.
We come to pass no sentence,For ours is not the power—The coward’s vain repentanceBut wastes the waiting hour.
’Tis not for us to lengthenThe years of wasted lives;We come to help and strengthenThe goodness that survives.
We promise nought hereafter,We cannot conquer pain,But work, and rest, and laughter,Will soothe the tortured brain.
That which is lost, we cannotRestore to any one—But Truth and Right must triumph,And Justice must be done!
We come in many guises;But every one is plainTo each pure thought that risesAgain and yet again.
We are ourselves and human,And ours our destiny;The souls of Man and WomanDivorced by Vanity.