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130 Our spoil is won, Our task is done, We are free to dive, or soar, or run; Beyond and around, Or within the bound Which clips the world with darkness round.

We'll pass the eyes Of the starry skies Into the hoar deep to colonize; Death, Chaos and Night, From the sound of our flight, Shall flee, like mist from a tempest's might.

And Earth, Air and Light, And the Spirit of Might, Which drives round the stars in their fiery flight; And Love, Thought and Breath, The powers that quell Death, Wherever we soar shall assemble beneath.