Heroes, my children, Follow, O, follow me! Follow, exulting In the great light that breaks
From the sacred Companionship! Thrust through the fatuous, Thrust through the fungous brood, Spawned in my shadow
And gross with my gift! Thrust through, and hearken O, hark, to the Trumpet, The Virgin of Battles,
Calling, still calling you Into the Presence, Sons of the Judgment, Pure wafts of the Will!
Edged to annihilate, Hilted with government, Follow, O, follow me, Till the waste places
All the grey globe over Ooze, as the honeycomb Drips, with the sweetness Distilled of my strength,
And, teeming in peace Through the wrath of my coming, They give back in beauty The dread and the anguish
They had of me visitant! Follow, O follow, then, Heroes, my harvesters! Where the tall grain is ripe
Thrust in your sickles! Stripped and adust In a stubble of empire, Scything and binding
The full sheaves of sovranty: Thus, O, thus gloriously, Shall you fulfil yourselves! Thus, O, thus mightily,
Show yourselves sons of mine - Yea, and win grace of me: I am the Sword! I am the feast-maker:
Hark, through a noise Of the screaming of eagles, Hark how the Trumpet, The mistress of mistresses,
Calls, silver-throated And stern, where the tables Are spread, and the meal Of the Lord is in hand!
Driving the darkness, Even as the banners And spears of the Morning; Sifting the nations,
The slag from the metal, The waste and the weak From the fit and the strong; Fighting the brute,
The abysmal Fecundity; Checking the gross, Multitudinous blunders, The groping, the purblind
Excesses in service Of the Womb universal, The absolute drudge; Firing the charactry
Carved on the World, The miraculous gem In the seal-ring that burns On the hand of the Master -
Yea! and authority Flames through the dim, Unappeasable Grisliness Prone down the nethermost
Chasms of the Void! - Clear singing, clean slicing; Sweet spoken, soft finishing; Making death beautiful,
Life but a coin To be staked in the pastime Whose playing is more Than the transfer of being;
Arch-anarch, chief builder, Prince and evangelist, I am the Will of God: I am the Sword.
The Sword Singing - The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword Clanging majestical,
As from the starry-staired Courts of the primal Supremacy, His high, irresistible song.
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