And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And out of darkness came the hands That reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.