We men of earth have here the stuff Of Paradise—we have enough! We need no other stones to build The stairs into the Unfulfilled— No other ivory for the doors— No other marble for the floors— No other cedar for the beam And dome of man's immortal dream. Here on the paths of every-day— Here on the common human way— Is all the busy gods would take To build a Heaven, to mold and make New Edens. Ours the task sublime To build eternity in time! |