Anthony Findlay

Anthony FindlayBoth for the country and for the man,And for a country as well as a man,’Tis better to be feared than loved.And if this country would rather partWith the friendship of every nationThan surrender its wealth,I say of a man ’tis worse to loseMoney than friends.And I rend the curtain that hides the soulOf an ancient aspiration:When the people clamor for freedomThey really seek for power o’er the strong.I, Anthony Findlay, rising to greatnessFrom a humble water carrier,Until I could say to thousands “Come,”And say to thousands “Go,”Affirm that a nation can never be good.Or achieve the good,Where the strong and the wise have not the rodTo use on the dull and weak.

Both for the country and for the man,And for a country as well as a man,’Tis better to be feared than loved.And if this country would rather partWith the friendship of every nationThan surrender its wealth,I say of a man ’tis worse to loseMoney than friends.And I rend the curtain that hides the soulOf an ancient aspiration:When the people clamor for freedomThey really seek for power o’er the strong.I, Anthony Findlay, rising to greatnessFrom a humble water carrier,Until I could say to thousands “Come,”And say to thousands “Go,”Affirm that a nation can never be good.Or achieve the good,Where the strong and the wise have not the rodTo use on the dull and weak.

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