Afterwards

Afterwards, when The old Gods' hate On the riven earth No more is poured:

When weapons of war Are all outworn What shall become Of the race of men?

One shall go forth In the likeness of a child: Under sere skies Of a grey dawning:

One shall go forth In the likeness of a child, And desolate places Shall spring and blossom:

One shall go forth In the likeness of a child: And men shall sing And greatly rejoice:

All men shall sing For the love that is in them, And he shall behold it And sing also.