White from the roaring intricate places

Deep in the maw of the world's machine,

Well content, they are marching, marching,

Unregarded imperial regiments,

Ay, and there are those terrible faces

Great world-heroes that might have been.

V

Hints and facets of One—the Eternal,

Faces of grief, compassion and pain,

Faces of hunger, faces of stone,

Faces of love and of labour, marching,

Changing facets of One—the Eternal,

Streaming up thro' the wind and the rain,

All together and each alone.

VI

You that doubt of the world's one Passion,

You for whose science the stars are a-stray,

Hark—to their orderly thunder-tread!

These, in the night, with the stars are marching

One to the end of the world's one Passion!

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