Suns in his crucible, and carry back
The spheral music and the cosmic news.
III
“And now the Powers of Water, Fire, and Air,
And that dread Thing behind the lightning’s light
Cry, Master us, O man, for thou art fair;
To serve thee is our freedom and our might.
“We love the craft that found our hidden place—
The beauty of the cunning of thy hands;
We love the quiet empire of thy face: