When all is said and all is done. Beneath

the ground, and man lies dead. When all

the earth is a cold grave and no more

brave. Bright things have birth when coo-

ling sun and stone-cold world together

hurled. Flame up as one o sons of men.

When all is flame what of your fame and

splendour then? When all is fire and fla-

ming air what of your rare and high desi-

re to turn the clod to a thing divine the

earth a shrine and man the God