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O Truce of God!

And primal meeting of the Sons of Man,

Foreshadowing the union of the World!

From all the ends of earth we come!

Old Night, the elder sister of the Day,

Mother of Dawn in the golden East,

Meets in the misty twilight with her brood,

Pale and black, tawny, red and brown,

The mighty human rainbow of the world,

Spanning its wilderness of storm.

Softly in sympathy the sunlight falls,

Rare is the radiance of the moon;

And on the darkest midnight blaze the stars—

The far-flown shadows of whose brilliance

Drop like a dream on the dim shores of Time,

Forecasting Days that are to these

As day to night.

So sit we all as one.

So, gloomed in tall and stone-swathed groves,

The Buddha walks with Christ!

And Al-Koran and Bible both be holy!

Almighty Word!

In this Thine awful sanctuary,

First and flame-haunted City of the Widened World,

Assoil us, Lord of Lands and Seas!

We are but weak and wayward men,

Distraught alike with hatred and vainglory; Rh