You that have taken their Master away,

Where have you laid Him, living or dead?

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VII

You whose laws have hidden the One Law,

You whose searchings obscure the goal,

You whose systems from chaos begun,

Chance-born, order-less, hark, they are marching,

Hearts and tides and stars to the One Law,

Measured and orderly, rhythmical, whole,

Multitudinous, welded and one.

VIII

Split your threads of the seamless purple,

Round you marches the world-wide host,

Round your skies is the marching sky,

Out in the night there's an army marching,

Clothed with the night's own seamless purple,

Making death for the King their boast,

Marching straight to Eternity.

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