God dreamed a man; br Then, having firmly shut br Life like a precious metal in his fist br Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did begin br Our various divinity and sin. br For some to ploughshares did the metal twist, br And others-dreaming empires-straightway cut br Crowns for their aching foreheads. Others beat br Long nails and heavy hammers for the feet br Of their forgotten Lord. (Who dares to boast br That he is guiltless?) Others coined it: most br Did with it-simply nothing. (Here again br Who cries his innocence?) Yet doth remain br Metal unmarred, to each man more or less, br Whereof to fashion perfect loveliness. br br For me, I do but bear within my hand br (For sake of Him our Lord, now long forsaken) br A simple bugle such as may awaken br With one high morning note a drowsing man: br That wheresoe'er within my motherland br That sound may come, 'twill echo far and wide br Like pipes of battle calling up a clan, br Trumpeting men through beauty to God's side.