Classic Poem

ANONYMOUS .

Amid this life of change how glorious the thought
 That one bright link survives the wreck,
By warring nations wrought;
 This Mystic Tie doth proudly scorn
The touch of change and blight,
 And, like the pinions of the morn,
Spreads o'er the world her light.

Six thousand years of wingèd flight,
 Have chased the hopes of man away
Like withered leaves in tempest's might;
 But this one fabric nobly braves
The tooth of time, the papal power,
 The traitor's fang, the trick of knaves,
Sublime, immutable, unchanged its tower.

And each successive age has taught
 How weak the venom of her foes;
In God's right arm her strength she sought,
  Hope, Charity , and Holy Faith ,
A garland woven for her brow;
 Love's pure cement the fabric hath,
And crowned with youth's eternal glow.