The Five Nations

Creation's cry goes up on high
From age to cheated age:

"Send us the men who do the work
For which they draw the wage."

Good luck to those that see the end,

Good-bye to those that drown—

For each his chance as chance shall send—

And God for all! Shut down!

That winged men the Fates may breed

So soon as Fate hath wings.

These shall possess

Our littleness,

And in the imperial task (as worthy) lay

Up our lives' all to piece one giant day.