The Spirits Of Light And Darkness.

[VOICES SINGING.] FIRST CHORUS.     Ere the birth of Death and of Time,      Ere the birth of Hell and its torments,     Ere the orbs of heat and of rime      And the winds to the heavens were as garments,     Worm-like in the womb of Space,      Worm-like from her monster womb,     We sprung, a myriad race      Of thunder and tempest and gloom. SECOND CHORUS.     As from the evil good      Springs like a fire,     As bland beatitude      Wells from the dire,     So was the Chaos brood      Of us the sire. FIRST CHORUS.     We had lain for gaunt ages asleep      'Neath her breast in a bulk of torpor,     When down through the vasts of the deep      Clove a sound like the notes of a harper;     Clove a sound, and the horrors grew      Tumultuous with turbulent night,     With whirlwinds of blackness that blew,      And storm that was godly in might.     And the walls of our prison were shattered      Like the crust of a fire-wrecked world;     Like torrents of clouds that are scattered      On the face of the Night we are hurled. SECOND CHORUS.     Us, in unholy thought      Patiently lying,     Eons of violence wrought,      Violence defying.     When on a mighty wind, -      Born of a godly mind     Large with a motive kind, -      Girdled with wonder,     Flame and a strength of song     Rushed in a voice along,     Burst and, lo! we were strong -      Strong as the thunder. FIRST CHORUS.     We lurk in the upper spaces,      Where the oceans of tempest are born,     Where the scowls of our shadowy faces      Are safe from the splendors of morn.     Our homes are wrecked worlds and each planet      Whose sun is a light that is sped;     Bleak moons whose cold bodies of granite      Are hollow and flameless and dead. SECOND CHORUS.     We in the living sun      Live like a passion;     Ere all his stars begun     We and the sun were one,      As God did fashion.     Lo! from our burning hands,     Flung like inspired brands,     Hurled we the stars, like sands      Whirled in the ocean;     And all our breath was life,     Life to those worlds and rife     With ever-moving strife,      Passion for motion. FIRST CHORUS.     Our beds are the tombs of the mortals;      We feed on their crimes and the thought     That falters and halts at the portals      Of actions, intentions unwrought.     We cover the face of to-morrow;      We frown in the hours that be;     We breathe in the presence of sorrow,      And death and destruction are we. SECOND CHORUS.     We are the hope and ease,      Joy and the pleasure,     Authors of love and peace,     Love that shall never cease,      Free as the azure.     Birth of our eyes - the might,     Power and strength of light,     Victor o'er death and night,      Flesh and its yearnings:     And from our utt'rance streams      Beauty with burnings     After completer dreams,      Fuller discernings.     Morning and birth are ours,      Dew that is blown     From our light lips like flowers;     Clouds and the beating showers,      Stars that are sown;     Song and the bursting buds,     Life of the many floods,      Winds that are strown.     Ye in your darkness are      Dark and infernal;     Subject to death and mar!     But in the spaces far,     Like our effulgent star,      We are eternal!