1To thee, old Cause!Thou peerless, passionate, good cause!Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea!Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands!After a strange, sad war—great war for thee,(I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be really fought, for thee;)These chants for thee—the eternal march of thee.2Thou orb of many orbs!Thou seething principle! Thou well-kept, latent germ!Thou centre!
[ begin page 12 ]ppp.00270.014.jpgAround the idea of thee the strange sad war revolv- ing,With all its angry and vehement play of causes,(With yet unknown results to come, for thrice a thou- sand years,)These recitatives for thee—my Book and the War are one,Merged in its spirit I and mine—as the contest hinged on thee,As a wheel on its axis turns, this Book, unwitting to itself,Around the Idea of thee.