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336 This is a poem for the sayers of words—these are
 * hints of meanings,

These are they that echo the tones of Souls, and the
 * phrases of Souls;

If they did not echo the phrases of Souls, what were
 * they then?

If they had not reference to you in especial, what were
 * they then?

I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the
 * faith that tells the best!

I will have to do with that faith only that leaves the
 * best untold.

Say on, sayers! Delve! mould! pile the words of the earth! Work on—it is materials you bring, not breaths; Work on, age after age! nothing is to be lost, It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come
 * in use,

When the materials are all prepared, the architects
 * shall appear.

I swear to you the architects shall appear without fail!
 * I announce them and lead them,

I swear to you they will understand you and justify
 * you,

I swear to you the greatest among them shall be he
 * who best knows you, and encloses all, and is
 * faithful to all,

I swear to you, he and the rest shall not forget you
 * —they shall perceive that you are not an iota
 * less than they,

I swear to you, you shall be glorified in them.