Upon the future life we build, As built the toilers of the Nile, Whose rude and ruthless tyrants willed That God's eternal sun should smile On monuments of dust and stone Which should defy the flight of Time, Beneath dumb hieroglyphics groan, The wonder of each age and clime! And still they stand, in Winter's storms And vernal Summer's rays benign, Lifting on high grand, gloomy forms Round which eternity may twine! |