For in the mist of eldertime
in the blackness frought with ages old
there came in part, and one with all
the weavers of the code

In their hands of might they held the tools
which of no mortal men were made
and fashion keen, with a craftsmans' eye
the craddle where with new life would be laid

and in all corners, and in every place
from highest summit to lowest depth
was light brought forth, and minds made strong
to finally learn of their eternal quest