[Contents]IconoclasmBright light, peaceful light,Free light, light unbound!What is this, brother light?In thy warm home thou’rt foundBy censers smoked,By priests’ robes choked,Fettered and fooledAnd byIconsruled.Yield thee not in the fight,Waken up, brother light!Shed thy pure raysOn mankind’s ways.All priestly robes in rags we’ll tearAnd light our pipes from censers rare,WithIconsnow the flames will roar,With holy brooms we’ll sweep the floor.[144]
[Contents]IconoclasmBright light, peaceful light,Free light, light unbound!What is this, brother light?In thy warm home thou’rt foundBy censers smoked,By priests’ robes choked,Fettered and fooledAnd byIconsruled.Yield thee not in the fight,Waken up, brother light!Shed thy pure raysOn mankind’s ways.All priestly robes in rags we’ll tearAnd light our pipes from censers rare,WithIconsnow the flames will roar,With holy brooms we’ll sweep the floor.[144]
IconoclasmBright light, peaceful light,Free light, light unbound!What is this, brother light?In thy warm home thou’rt foundBy censers smoked,By priests’ robes choked,Fettered and fooledAnd byIconsruled.Yield thee not in the fight,Waken up, brother light!Shed thy pure raysOn mankind’s ways.All priestly robes in rags we’ll tearAnd light our pipes from censers rare,WithIconsnow the flames will roar,With holy brooms we’ll sweep the floor.
Bright light, peaceful light,Free light, light unbound!What is this, brother light?In thy warm home thou’rt foundBy censers smoked,By priests’ robes choked,Fettered and fooledAnd byIconsruled.Yield thee not in the fight,Waken up, brother light!Shed thy pure raysOn mankind’s ways.All priestly robes in rags we’ll tearAnd light our pipes from censers rare,WithIconsnow the flames will roar,With holy brooms we’ll sweep the floor.
Bright light, peaceful light,
Free light, light unbound!
What is this, brother light?
In thy warm home thou’rt found
By censers smoked,
By priests’ robes choked,
Fettered and fooled
And byIconsruled.
Yield thee not in the fight,
Waken up, brother light!
Shed thy pure rays
On mankind’s ways.
All priestly robes in rags we’ll tear
And light our pipes from censers rare,
WithIconsnow the flames will roar,
With holy brooms we’ll sweep the floor.
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