That, one by one, the burning lines will fade,
Until the eye discerns but emptiness?
Until the eye discerns but emptiness?
Ah, no! 'twas not with blocks of wood he wrought,
But with the hard-hewn rocks of solid truth,
Building them high into the temple, Thought,
Where they are mortared in eternal youth.
But with the hard-hewn rocks of solid truth,
Building them high into the temple, Thought,
Where they are mortared in eternal youth.
And they shall stand, until the human heart
To Nature's simple song no longer thrills,
Years after men forget this quiet spot,
Far up amid the dreamy Hampshire hills.
To Nature's simple song no longer thrills,
Years after men forget this quiet spot,
Far up amid the dreamy Hampshire hills.
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