p Not for me a life untroubled.
Not for my tempestuous soul.
Let my life be full of struggle
For a great and lofty goal.

p Art, disclose to me thy treasures
Cherished by the human race!
With my intellect and senses
All the world would I embrace.

p Let us march into the distance
On a journey hard and far.
Not for us a drab existence
With no aim or guiding star.

p Not for us a life of languour
In a miserable pen.
Let us feel desire and anger,
Passion, pride-as should real men!

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