O, deathless spirit, born of hosts sea-hurled,
Who hast out soared night's stars with agony's cry
For justice! Thou hast come down from the sky,
Heralding doom to Thrall, whose flag unfurled
By steel, or craft, shows, as 'tis hoisted high,
The blood of man and ruin of the world.
ALL STARS MERGED IN ONE
What is the Truth? The thought, the act, or cry,
Recasting the Supreme Intelligence;