Yet happy we lived and happy we loved, And happy we died once more; Our forms were rolled in the clinging mold Of a Neocomian shore. The eons came an… - Langdon Smith

Thus life by life and love by love We passed through the cycles strange,
And breath by breath and death by death We followed the chain of change. Till there came a time in the law of life When o’er the nursing sod, The shadows broke and soul awoke In a strange, dim dream of God.

God wrought our souls from the Tremadoc beds And furnished them wings to fly;
We sowed our spawn in the world's dim dawn, And I know that it shall not die,
Though cities have sprung above the graves Where the crook–bone men made war
And the ox–wain creaks o'er the buried caves Where the mummied mammoths are.

I carved that fight on a reindeer bone With rude and hairy hand;
I pictured his fall on the cavern wall That men might understand.
For we lived by blood and the right of might Ere human laws were drawn,
And the age of sin did not begin Till our brutal tusks were gone.