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Rh To every heart He will its own dream be:

One moon has many phantoms in the sea.

Out of the North the norns will cry to men:

"Balder the Beautiful has come again!"

The flutes of Greece will whisper from the dead:

"Apollo has unveiled his sunbright head!"

The stones of Thebes and Memphis will find voice:

"Osiris comes: O tribes of Time, rejoice!"

And social architects who build the State,

Serving the Dream at citadel and gate,

Will hail Him coming through the labor-hum.

And glad quick cries will go from man to man:

"Lo, He has come, our Christ the Artisan—

The King who loved the lilies, He has come!"

He will arrive, our Counselor and Chief.

And with bleak faces lighted up will come

The earth-worn mothers from their martyrdom,

To tell Him of their grief.

And glad girls caroling from field and town

Will go to meet Him with the labor-crown,

The new crown woven of the heading wheat.

And men will sit down at His sacred feet;

And He will say—the King—

"Come, let us live the poetry we sing!" 21