Classic Poem

O Love immortal, beautiful and olden,
Our eyes thy walls of splendour soon shall see;
We'll build for thee a temple grand and golden
With silent hammers of eternity.

Come, let us build a city, O my brothers,
The loveliest and holiest dream of time;
The joy and inspiration of all others,
Unique for beauty in an age sublime.

Come, let us help with deeds of love and pity
The toilworn children in a world forlorn;
O brothers, let us build the golden city;
Come, let us rear the temple of the morn.