They Sang A New Song Poem by Gerald Massey

GATHER round the Table,
When the day is done;
Lay the Electric Cable
That weds two Worlds in one.
We have found the passage
Past the frozen pole;
We have had the Message
Answering, soul to soul.

Gather round the Table
In a fervent band:
Learn the Lost are able
To join us hand in hand
With ties no longer riven:
Empty in the Past
Stretched our hands toward Heaven—
They are filled at last.

Gather round the Table:
The silent and the meek,
So long belied, are able
For themselves to speak,
Open but a portal:
Every Spirit saith,
Man is born immortal,
And there is no death.

Gather round the Table:
By knowledge faith is fed!
Ours the fact they fable;
Presence is the Bread.
Come with cleanliest carriage,
Whitely-pure be dressed:
For this Heavenly Marriage,
Earth should wear its best.