With both hands, Deed and Destiny,
We unveiled it. In a single gesture,
One lifts heavenward the trembling holy torch
As the other tears veil aside.
If all the refugees got hand in hand
How long will that chain be ?
Whether the hand that raised the flaming torch,
Was Chance, or Will, or Tempest,
God was the soul, the World the body
Of that guiding hand.
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