With white-winged messengers from all the lands
And tidings glad shall join the nation’s hands,
From riches and from penury set free,
And from the last dread link of slavery;
And eke from tyrant sword, and tyrant gold,
And priestly nightmare that the soul doth fold.
There Giant Labour in his strength new-found,
Rejoicing, shall go forth to break new ground,
One brotherhood with Art and Knowledge clear;
To bridge the gulf of space and bring men near;