Does he still walk with humble grace
Among the blessed immortal race?
Or could it be that, after rest,
He went upon a task unguessed
To once more come to mortal lands
To strengthen hearts with healing hands?
Perhaps he saw the wasted world
Darkened, doomed, to chaos hurled;
Saw blind arrogance ruling king
And the fading of all living things.
Perhaps he walks unknown to men
In different form than he wore then,
To prompt away from black despair,
And spread the word of peace and care
And teach the speech of old anew
When hearts were dear and tongues were true.
Who would not choose to aid his cause
To once more live the ancient laws,
To aid the folks who waste away,
And bring back beauty to their days?
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