If kings shall reign, O make us kings,
On seas and on the land,
Kings of the One Great Church where all
Shall bow at Love’s command.
Thou prophet, orb, and corner-stone,
As things immortal are as one,
Clad in the garb of wonder-fire,
Of gloom and the Olympian sun,
I bring a spray of arbutus,
From underneath the snow and sleet,