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A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE 
 
This is our trust and our joy—beyond death we look on 
to the far light 
Flaming from hell our last home, this is the key of 
our might. 
Come, fiery birds of a clime we know not, and sing us 
your paean ; 
Triumph of gods that are known secretly, not by a name, 
Gods whose implacable feet have trampled the god 
Galilean, 
Cast though they be into hell, given to death and to 
shame. 
 
Heaven and hell has striven in war, 
Sappho and Hylas, with Christ and Jah ; 
We are of those, though they lose their power, 
Never shall fade their fiery flower.