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UT 
 
I 
HAIL to the golden One 
Seen in the midmost Sun !   
Hail to the golden beard and golden lips, 
His whole life golden to the finger-tips !   
Hail to the golden hair in golden showers 
Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers !   
His name is Ut, for He 
Hath risen above all things that be. 
 
II 
Ardent and white, the Lord 
Whirls forth a strident sword. 
Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ;   
Its edge is keener than the lightning-flash. 
Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls 
Out in a chaos of creative curls 
And sheathes itself in Me, 
Arisen above all things that be. 
 
III 
Even as the burning tongue 
Of God to God that clung