All are architects of Fate,
- Working in these walls of Time;
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Some with massive deeds and great,
- Some with ornaments of rhyme.
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Nothing useless is, or low;
- Each thing in its place is best;
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And what seems but idle show
- Strengthens and supports the rest...
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Build today then, strong and sure,
- With a firm and ample base;
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And ascending and secure
- Shall tomorrow find its place.
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Thus alone can we attain
- To those turrets, where the eye
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Sees the world as one vast plain,
- And one boundless reach of sky.
The Builders by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
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