Classic Poem

Thoughtfully gazing on this wall,
By Egypt carved for Egypt's glory,
I strive to call before me all
The sum of this symbolic story;
It is, that in the human breast
There ever is a deathless longing
For life eternal; from death's rest
The immortal soul expects returning.

These conquerors, in blood and flame,
Wrote on earth's history their hope
To have eternity of fame!
Traveler upon these mountains, stop
And pay obeisance! 'twas a good
And worthy hope,—the same that fires
And animates your generous blood,
And to all noble deeds inspires!