The story of The Mighty Hundred Years.”
And then the Muses, bearing in their hands
High sibylline scrolls, sang to the Sceptered Powers:
“The sun ascends in man, the sky expands;
Into the Comrade-Future climb the Hours.
“The dawn was loud with thunders, white with levin,
Walled by the whirlwind, dark with agèd wrong;
Then came the bright steps of the Lyric Seven,
And heights and depths grew resonant with song.
“Above the dead the circling music sprang—