From the pale grey crown of the Sun King,
From the Ash of Progress,
From the Smoke of Prayer;

A bronze bell reforged,

In heat and pounding twin hammers,
In cold waters waving steam,

A bronz bll rforgd

to be heir of melancholy
voice of a people,
calling to prayer and action,
bringing not peace but a sword.

brnz bll rfrgd

to cut open illusion and unjust equilibrium.
Life affirming, death affirming,
Bronze as ancient as the atom,
Bell as new as the breaking day.