“Beethoven”
More mighty than the hosts of mortal kings, I hear the legions gathering to their goal; The tramping millions drifting from one pole, The march, the counter-march, the flank that swings. […]
More mighty than the hosts of mortal kings, I hear the legions gathering to their goal; The tramping millions drifting from one pole, The march, the counter-march, the flank that swings. […]