Let tyrants shake their iron rod.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Now comes the reign of iron.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
All men would be tyrants if they could.
Any excuse will serve a tyrant.
In a gentle way, you can shake the world.
Tyrants are seldom free; the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.
We too could wrest iron from the bowels of the earth and fashion it into ships and machines.
Society may be likened to a rod, which only a just government can balance properly.
The good Lord made us all out of iron. Then he turns up the heat to forge some of us into steel.