When all is said and all is done. 
Beneaththe ground, and man lies dead. 
When allthe earth is a cold grave and no morebrave. 
Bright things have birth when coo-ling sun and stone-cold world togetherhurled. 
Flame up as one o sons of men.
When all is flame what of your fame andsplendour then? 
When all is fire and fla-ming air what of your rare and high desi-re to turn the clod to a thing divine theearth a shrine and man the 
God??