Named Dictator of a mad world by Fate;—
Grasping no steel sword in hand;
With no Armies to command.
My vision is blurred.
As from graves, a host,
Chaos, rose, went back at dawn a ghost.
But mortal may not, ev’n in sleep, behold
Heaven at work Man’s being to remould.
Enough to witness when Earth
Has undergone its new birth;