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Columns of marble mightily lie; Bare in the sun, they stand alone, Raised but yesterday. The years rolled by In relentless lease. Lifeless pillars Of finished days, fayed and gleaming They stand in silence. Sorrow they remember Of cities once living, now long gone. They once enshrined the shelves of learning, Courts of knowledge, in classical grace. Beautiful no more: in breathless silence They faintly utter fossil groans, Cheerless whispers. Wind-swept terraces Stark and naked sternly weigh The vanity of it all. For vainglorious Pursuit of glory, graceless prizes, A ponderous price. Proud was the race That forgotten lay, lear

The San Francisco fog has filled the land; the air is stirred with salty breeze. The lady autumn comes with hand that, bath'd in tears of stormy seas, will drive on zephyrs golden ginkgo leaves. The last of sun illuminates the fading of the surging heaves in which the lofty trees relate a murm'r of fury. Winter comes upon the heels of summer sun, swift days of fall few ere the silvern swan departs, gives way to hidden haze and falling rain assailing earthen tile with beads of dewy pearl: it flies away, with colors crisp. Awhile it lingered, blazing on the skies. Yet now it vanishes like golden sparks on sparkling waters trans

Ten thousand cent'ries ev'ry time Is ev'ry second without thee. Tho' drought and flood assail my heart Yet in my soul, a foaming sea, The deepest cavern has thy name Inscribed upon the inner-place, Thy name entwined with God's in love, Reflected in the water's face. How should I say what I would say to you, Though by my word in faithfulness 'tis true, That kindles flame and pounds the heart anew? Begone, o heart! But still it could not sue: When thousand razor-leaves had piercèd through Forsake eternal love it would not do. For many times I'd questioned God His will: Was this for good, or was't for work of ill? Far better