Ralph Waldo Emerson
What makes a nation's pillars
high
And it's foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
And it's foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms
grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red
dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that
bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men can
make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor's sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor's sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while
others sleep,
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
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