Shadow's Seed

When days, like oceans, ebb and flow,

And men pass to and fro;

When dark have been their thoughts of late,

And weariness is great;

When sun has ris’n and set beyond

The count of mortal throng,

And still the tread of Time looms grim

Through all that yet has been;

When generations, through the years,

Have dwelled too long on fears,

And deeds of greatness lie forgot,

In hearts where flame is not;

Beware! for now is soil of souls

Prepared for doom of old,

Where shadow’s seed can oft be sown,

And hope be overthrown.