From fear of life, life's mean significance,
Till life be ordered, not a thing of chance.
The hopelessness of him who cried
Vanity of Vanities
Was justified,
But now no longer must abide.
Failure was his, and failure filled the hours
Of our fathers in the past—let it depart.
Triumph is come, and triumph must be ours.
The archangels of earth through Israel,