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One is the race of men, and one the race of Gods; but they

And we alike are children of the same Earth-mother’s womb.

Yet some Power wholly diverse sunders us: we fade away

To nought, but evermore abides their heaven’s brazen dome,

Through all the years, the eternal years, their never-shaken home.

Yet have we something in us like the Gods, the everlasting⁠—

It may be this our mighty mind, our nature it may be⁠—

Yet know we not what course by day, or ’neath night’s wings on-hasting

Is marked out, for our feet to run therein, by Destiny.