Poems (Jordan)/Tombs in Westminster Abbey
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TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY
The dust of which Immortal Man is made,
Reason's vacant thrones,—their ashes here;
Of Feeling's silent music halls, decayed
Within these Time-dug trenches; (Rusty spear
And faded olive-branch long hidden hands
Survive, to greet our earthly human sight!)
And feet, whose tracks lie deep in Hist'ry's sands,
Are atoms of this Man cosmopolite.
Reason's vacant thrones,—their ashes here;
Of Feeling's silent music halls, decayed
Within these Time-dug trenches; (Rusty spear
And faded olive-branch long hidden hands
Survive, to greet our earthly human sight!)
And feet, whose tracks lie deep in Hist'ry's sands,
Are atoms of this Man cosmopolite.