Symphony of Ages 04 – Requiem For The Sun – Haydon, Elizabeth

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The Symphony Of Ages Series Book 04

WE are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams;

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams:

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world forever, it seems.

With -wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s great cities, And out of a fabulous story

We fashion an empire’s glory:

One man with a dream, at pleasure,

Shall go forth and conquer a crown;

And three with a new song’s measure

Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying

In the buried past of the earth,

Built Nineveh with our sighing,

And Babel itself with our mirth;

And o’erthrew them with prophesying

To the old of the new -world’s •worth;

For each age is a dream that is dying,

Or one that is coming to birth.

—Arthur O’Shaughnessy

Seven Gifts of the Creator,

Seven colors of light

Seven seas in the -wide world,

Seven days in a sennight,

Seven months of fallow

Seven continents trod, weave

Seven ages of history

Oh, our Mother the Earth;

Oh, our Father the Sky,

Your children are we,

With tired backs. We bring you the gifts you love.

Then weave for us a garment of brightness…

May the warp be the white light of morning,

May the -weft be the red light of evening,