Afterwards, when
The old Gods' hate
On the riven earth
No more is poured:
When weapons of war
Are all outworn
What shall become
Of the race of men?
One shall go forth
In the likeness of a child:
Under sere skies
Of a grey dawning:
One shall go forth
In the likeness of a child,
And desolate places
Shall spring and blossom:
One shall go forth
In the likeness of a child:
And men shall sing
And greatly rejoice:
All men shall sing
For the love that is in them,
And he shall behold it
And sing also.