'BITE deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
What doth thy bold voice promise me?''I promise thee all joyous things
That furnish forth the lives of kings;'For every silver ringing blow
Cities and palaces shall grow.''Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
Tell wider prophecies to me.''When rust hath gnawed me deep and red.
A nation strong shall lift his head.'His crown the very heavens shall smite,
Aeons shall build him in his might.''Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
Bright Seer, help on thy prophecy!'
What doth thy bold voice promise me?''I promise thee all joyous things
That furnish forth the lives of kings;'For every silver ringing blow
Cities and palaces shall grow.''Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
Tell wider prophecies to me.''When rust hath gnawed me deep and red.
A nation strong shall lift his head.'His crown the very heavens shall smite,
Aeons shall build him in his might.''Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
Bright Seer, help on thy prophecy!'
