George Sterling - The Builders

George Sterling - The Builders

The year grows old, but Progress has no age: br Her flags go forward to increasing light; br Behind her lies the night; br It is a ceaseless war her soldiers wage, br And on her great and ever-widening sky, br 'Onward!' is still the truceless battle cry. br br The future is our kingdom, and, altho br Our hands unbuild the city they have built, br Yet here no blood is spilt br Nor swords uplifted for a nation's woe. br And, tho the columns and the temples pass, br Let none regret; let no man cry 'Alas!' br br We do but cross a threshold into day. br Beauty we leave behind, br A deeper beauty on our path to find br And higher glories to illume the way. br The door we close behind us is the Past: br Our sons shall find a fairer door at last. br br A world reborn awaits us. Years to come br Shall know its grace and good, br When wars shall end in endless brotherhood, br And birds shall build in cannon long since dumb. br Men shall have peace, though then no man may know br Who built this sunset city long ago. br br Wherefore, be glad! Sublimer walls shall rise, br Which these do but foretell.


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