Ameiloration and the Future - Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Lyrics

Fall, fall, ye mighty temples to the ground: Not in your sculptured rise Is the real exercise Of human nature's brightest power found 'Tis in the lofty hope, the daily toil 'Tis in the gifted line In each far thought divine That brings down Heaven to light our common soil 'Tis in the great, the lovely, and the true; 'Tis in the generous thought Of all that man has wrought Of all that yet remains for man to do