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THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE.
By Nile stand proud the pyramids,
But they were for the dead;
The awful gloom that joy forbids,
The mourners' silent tread,
The crypt, the coffin's stony lids,—
Sad as a soul the maze that thrids
Of dark Amenti, ere it rids
Its way of judgment dread.
But they were for the dead;
The awful gloom that joy forbids,
The mourners' silent tread,
The crypt, the coffin's stony lids,—
Sad as a soul the maze that thrids
Of dark Amenti, ere it rids
Its way of judgment dread.
This glorious arch, these climbing towers,
Are all for life and cheer!
Part of the new world's nobler dowers;
Hint of millennial year
That comes apace, though evil lowers,—
When loftier aims and larger powers
Shall mould and deck this earth of ours,
And heaven at length bring near!
Are all for life and cheer!
Part of the new world's nobler dowers;
Hint of millennial year
That comes apace, though evil lowers,—
When loftier aims and larger powers
Shall mould and deck this earth of ours,
And heaven at length bring near!
Unmoved its cliffs shall crown the shore
Its arch the chasm dare;
Its network hang, the blue before,
As gossamer in air;
While in and out forevermore
The surging tides of ocean pour,
And past its towers the white gulls soar
And winds the sea-clouds bear.
Its arch the chasm dare;
Its network hang, the blue before,
As gossamer in air;
While in and out forevermore
The surging tides of ocean pour,
And past its towers the white gulls soar
And winds the sea-clouds bear.
