Henry Ellison - The Pen lyrics

With this, as little as it seems, can one Work wonders! build up cities, plough the waste, Alter customs and laws, and change the taste Of nations, set up thrones and pluck them down! What privilege then claims it as its own? Or what strange subjects neath its sway are placed, That thus with a few strokes can be effaced-- Things grey as time, familiar as the sun? Men's thoughts! these move all! act but on the thought And will of man, and then the lever by Which mightiest revolutions have been wrought Is in thy one weak hand! lost to man's eye. Perhaps, like God, by few or known or sought Those with two fingers movest the world's machinery!