The Glorious Renaissance

We come to Thee mendicants of Grace

Who hold false claim to everything we own,

O Avatar of the golden Way

What grandeur's seed in earth Thy hand hast sown,

The world to save from man's destructive rage.

Allured to darkness and satanic guile

Though Presences divine await his call

All sacred things his blood-lust would defile.

Yet Thou hast come to temper coarsened steel

And hone the blade to shore through evil's chain,

Return man to his heritage of love,

Reclaim the earth for spirit's sole domain.

Stronger now the voice within our depths

Exhorts us to be masters of our fate,

And from the wellspring of our hidden souls

The glorious renaissance celebrate.