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POEMS.
Thought Cannot Die.
The costly tablet man may rear,
And on its polished face
With careful hand from year to year,
His deeds of valor trace;
Proclaiming thus to human ken
His worth and right to claim
Due homage from his fellow-men,
And hope for lasting fame.
And on its polished face
With careful hand from year to year,
His deeds of valor trace;
Proclaiming thus to human ken
His worth and right to claim
Due homage from his fellow-men,
And hope for lasting fame.
The storied temple he may build,
And deck its altar-shrine
With handicraft, refined and skilled.
And jewels from the mine;
May past unworthiness efface
And make his glory sure,
By giving in its aisles a place
To God's deserving poor.
And deck its altar-shrine
With handicraft, refined and skilled.
And jewels from the mine;
May past unworthiness efface
And make his glory sure,
By giving in its aisles a place
To God's deserving poor.
His skill may make a palace-car
Luxurious in ease,
While wind and wave shall bear afar
His freighted argosies;
Some favored turn of Fortune's wheel
The wealth of earth may pour
In coffers that shall scarce conceal
Their overflowing store.
Luxurious in ease,
While wind and wave shall bear afar
His freighted argosies;
Some favored turn of Fortune's wheel
The wealth of earth may pour
In coffers that shall scarce conceal
Their overflowing store.
