In the pantheon of the future, yours the immortal seat.

Son of man, you are brother!

Bearer of the cross of God!

Your destiny the lodestar of our epoch,

Your life our rood-littered road of the Lord.

Arise, awake, halt not

Till the goal is reached;

Raise high the Host of freedom

Blare the trumpet of light.

"Suffer you, for the world to rejoice";

"Die" so they "can live";

Live that you may bring the light

To the meeting place of the West and East.

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In the perfumed shrine of love,

Where burns memory's exhaustless incense

From the irridescent thurible of hope,

On the altar and couch of my heart

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