Thomas Hardy - Murmurs in the gloom lyrics

I wayfared at the nadir of the sun Where populations meet, though seen of none;   And millions seemed to sigh around   As though their haunts were nigh around,   And unknown throngs to cry around    Of things late done. “O Seers, who well might high ensample show” (Came throbbing past in plainsong small and slow),   “Leaders who lead us aimlessly,   Teachers who train us shamelessly,   Why let ye smoulder flamelessly    The truths ye trow? “Ye scribes, that urge the old medicament, Whose fusty vials have long dried impotent,   Why prop ye meretricious things,   Denounce the sane as vicious things,   And call outworn factitious things    Expedient? “O Dynasties that sway and shake us so, Why rank your magnanimities so low    That grace can smooth no waters yet, But breathing threats and slaughters yet   Ye grieve Earth's sons and daughters yet    As long ago? “Live there no heedful ones of searching sight, Whose accents might be oracles that smite   To hinder those who frowardly   Conduct us, and untowardly;   To lead the nations vawardly    From gloom to light?”