ould t you mighe dead of yore,
till ts oter fruit,
And all tagnant he slain,
And ility.
third God
Brothers,
the song.
And now she singer.
Like a fawn in glad surprise
Sreams
And turns o every side.
Oal intent,
the eye of purpose half-born;
t quiver
itaste of promised delight!
flower has fallen from heaven,
flame has risen from hell.
t startled t of silence
to thless joy and fear?
dream dreamt ,
t gave o the wind
t he drowsing valley
And made c?
Second God
the sacred loom is given you,
And t to he fabric.
t shall be yours for evermore,
And yours t,
And yours the gold.
Yet you .
Your hands have spun mans soul
From living air and fire,
Yet nohread,
And lend your versed fingers to an idle eternity.
First God
Nay, unto eternity unmoulded I would give my hands,
And to untrodden fields assign my feet.
joy is t heard,
une ts
Ere t to the wind?
My longs for ,
And unto t
I .
Oempt me not h glory possessed,
And seek not to comfort me h your dream or mine,
For all t I am, and all t th,
And all t set my soul.
Oh my soul,
Silent is thy face,
And in t are sleeping.
But terrible is thy silence,
And t terrible.
third God
Brothers,
the singer.
Sured face.
Pantle steps
tling vine and fern.
And now amid cries
he gazes full on her.
Ohers,
Is it some other god in passion
and we?
unbridled star ray?
keepet from morning?
And whose hand is upon our world?
First God
Oh my soul, my soul,
t girdles me,
hy course.
And unto thy eagerness?
Oeless soul,
In t upon thyself,
And ears t quenc;