Author Robert Loveman Nations and men may pass away; A fragrant thought can never die; The soul beneath its potent sway Ascends on high. Poet, if thy dear verse doth hold Fast in its heart one truth sublime, There shall it gleam, a star of gold, And outlive time. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments