Tuesday, March 14, 2017
three with a new song’s measure can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lyingIn the buried past of the earth,Built Nineveh with our sighing,And Babel itself with our mirth;And o’erthrew them with prophesyingTo the old of the new world’s worth;For each age is a dream that is dying,Or one that is coming to birth.
March 14, 2017 | Permalink
that'll be the first new addition to My Permanent Collection in a couple years.
Posted by: joel hanes | Mar 19, 2017 6:17:46 AM