Out of the Void, the mist and slime,
Out of the Mighty Past,
Out of the hidden holes of Time
I am as I am cast.

Millions of years are behind me,
And millions, perhaps, before;
But the forces that once confined me
Now let me move on — and more.

Millions I have met in my struggle —
Millions of species — aye;
Some of them lived for a future time,
But most of them lived to die.

Battle and bloodshed and sorrow
Mark the sad tale of my life;
But I am Building the Future, To-Morrow —
The Product of Time and its strife.