Classic Poem

Sing we of the Golden City
Pictured in the legends old;
Everlasting light shines o'er it,
Wondrous tales of it are told.
Only righteous men and women
Dwell within its gleaming wall;
Wrong is banished from its borders,
Justice reigns supreme o'er all.

We are builders of that City;
All our joys and all our groans
Help to rear its shining ramparts,
All our lives are building-stones.
But the work that we have builded,
Oft with bleeding hands and tears,
And in error and in anguish,
Will not perish with our years.

It will be, at last, made perfect
In the universal plan;
It will help to crown the labors
Of the toiling hosts of man;
It will last, and stand transfigured
In the final reign of Right;
It will merge into the splendors
Of the City of the Light.