The People are often hardworking,
But sometimes lazy,
Often spiritual but sometimes sensual.
They are the crude clay from which
The highest humanity can be formed,
The crucible in which
A new human type can be forged,
Superior to anything that preceded it.
They often live in the city
But sometimes in the country,
Are often artificial but sometimes natural.
They are more paradoxical
Than might at first appear,
For they show an aptitude for the artificial
Without desiring to suppress
What naturalness they possess.
They often bless but sometimes curse,
Often praise but sometimes swear.
Their choice of language
Is offensive to cultivated ears,
Since it betrays a contempt for sex
Which, in living closer to nature,
The older classes tend to reject.
They often live close together
But sometimes far apart,
Are often quiet but sometimes noisy.
They signify a closer approximation
To the Ultimate Oneness of God
Than do their rulers and masters,
And, if they aren't particularly considerate,
Are at least tolerant!