Classic Poem

We cannot rest, whose hearts are like the breakers
— That pound forever in rebellious moan.
We cannot rest, who are the bright awakers,
— The trumpeters that mock the tyrants' throne.

We are the architects of dream, who cherish
— A beauty others never learned to feel.
The towers that we build shall never perish,
— For they are reared of spirit, not of steel.

We cannot rest, whose tongues are quick with pity
— For those who ply the ponderous wheels of toil,
The builders of the unsurrendering city,
— To stand upon the new fraternal soil.

We cannot rest, whose hearts are like the breakers
That pound forever in rebellious moan.
We cannot rest, who are the bright awakers,
The trumpeters that mock the tyrants' throne.

We are the architects of dream, who cherish
A beauty others never learned to feel.
The towers that we build shall never perish,
For they are reared of spirit, not of steel.

We cannot rest, whose tongues are quick with pity
For those who ply the ponderous wheels of toil,
The builders of the unsurrendering city,
To stand upon the new fraternal soil.