A vision helmeted and grim,
A countenance pallid and aghast?)
—Into the dusk they all are gone,
As Babylon, as Macedon.
Not till Man shall dream God’s dream
Shall he wear the Coat without a Seam!
(Ah, the dream, the wondrous dream
Of a World without a Seam!
Man being one, as God is one,
Brother’s brother and Father’s son,