TAE BVILDER

SHIFTING sands and desert's dust.
Bury cities, forums, fanes, —
Crumbling walls and reigning rust
Hail Oblivion to its gains;
Nineveh is but a dream, —
Babylon, a tale or two;
Yet their cause remains supreme, —
Love, the Builder, builds anew!

Love it was wove Hagar's home, —
Love wrought Memphis, Sidon, Tyre,
Carthage, Troy, and regal Rome, —
Build them from street to spire;
Time may dim the sacred fire, —
Time may raze the altars too,
Yet comes Love, and Love's desire, —
Love, the Builder, builds anew!

Kings have come and gone, and sleep
One with long-forgotten years;
Owls and bats their vigils keep
Where Time's signet seals and seals;
Yet the Cause which caused at first
Dares Decay its dole to do, —
Laughing, bids Time work his worst, —
Love, the Builder, builds anew!

Garrard Harris

FRANK HANKVELL 1910