If we work upon marble it will perish. If we work upon brass
time will efface it. If we rear temples they will crumble to
dust. But if we work upon men's immortal minds, if we imbue them
with high principles, with the just fear of God and love of their
fellow men, we engrave on those tablets something which no time
can efface, and which will brighten and brighten to all eternity.
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Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
[Lat., Coelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.]
He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
[Lat., Coelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.]
Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sum in his coming;
let the earliest light of read more
Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sum in his coming;
let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and the parting
day linger and play on its summit.
Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
Soldiers, forty centuries are looking down upon you from these
pyramids.
[Fr., Soldats, du haut ces Pyramide quarante read more
Soldiers, forty centuries are looking down upon you from these
pyramids.
[Fr., Soldats, du haut ces Pyramide quarante siecles vous
contemplent.]
To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray
for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without read more
To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray
for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our
expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction
to our belief.
Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was
unreasonably committed to the ground, read more
Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was
unreasonably committed to the ground, is reasonably resumed from
it; let monuments and rich fabricks, not riches, adorn men's
ashes.
You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common read more
You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil
Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was "the scourge of God."
But monument themselves memorials need.
But monument themselves memorials need.
