DISPLACEMENT 



Only change is the life of the living, 

 And death is the sweet new life; 



The marriage of world and of atoms, 

 And Peace is eternal strife. 



Forever the Gods will scatter, 



What fondly our hands have reared ; 



And ever the lost shall gather, 



Where the vanquished disappeared. 



And this is the Mene Tekel, 

 Ever written upon the wall; 



This is the fate of the mighty McSaxon, 

 A fate that must come to all. 



The mist of the rushing river 



Comes again to the mountain crest, 



And the weary heart must ever 

 Return to the father-breast. 



Not grandly in blood and iron, 

 Not in conquest fierce and wild, 



Oh, Lord, when the Kingdom cometh, 

 It comes to the little Child. 



