Going Up.

"What I aspired to be
And was not, comforts me."

—Browning.

We're on our way
Up to the Promised Land.
It is The Day, you down there lend a hand,
And set 'us true on the course to the source
Where by force, where! where!
(Can't you stop your pushing down there).
War will cease to have the place
It did before (we've washed the Kaiser's face).
We're going up (bis.),
Like the furies madly hurled,
Seeking to reform the world.