Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.
It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.
Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!
Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.
All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.
In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere