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Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake
 to the victory won,
And the hearts of the Nation Builders shall know
 that the work is done.

We are but the hands of the Builder, who toileth and
 frameth afar;
System, and order, and sequence; sun, and planet,
 and star–
Faint sparks of a Mighty Genius, a breath of the
 Over Soul,
Who shapes the thought of the workers wherever his
 worlds may roll.
On! tho' we grope and blunder, the trend of our aim
 is true!
On! there is death in dalliance whilst yet there is
 work to do,
Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to
 the victory won,
And the eyes of the Master Worker shall see that the
 work is done.