This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth. br Life was lived nobly here to give such beauty birth. br br Beauty was in this brain and in this eager hand: br Death is so blind and dumb Death does not understand. br Death drifts the brain with dust and soils the young limbs' glory, br Death makes justice a dream, and strength a traveller's story. br Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky. br Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.