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Descend! Oh, come, and wander here; 



Here all thy grandeur is displayed! 

 Behold these arches wide and fair, 



These wreaths of glory as arrayed ; 

 These pillars, columns, dome as given, 

 That points the way from earth to heaven. 



Come back from where thy strength has lain, 

 And count thy glories once again ; 



Call all thy wonders lost as vain, 

 And all thy past as winter's rain ; 



Come back from Egypt's sands, and bear 



Thy crown again, thy stars as fair — 



As erst they were when o'er the world, 

 As held by the eternal hand, 



The standard thou hast seen unfurled, 

 And borne by thee in every land, 



In every clime where glory weeps, 



Where love reclines, or honor sleeps. 



Hold all thy honors fair for man ; 



Hold all thy glory, all thy will, 

 And ever on, in all thy plan, 



Stand battling, rising, conquering still, 

 And in the march of love and right, 

 Stand victor, conqueror, in thy might. 



The world has moved, is moving still, 

 And greatness holds its arms as wide, 



Thy will, thy law, to e'er fulfill, 

 O'er all the world, on every tide, 



And where the eastern lands are seen, 



In faded light, and wasted sheen — 



There thou hast roamed, as in the past, 

 There glory gave thee place and power; 



There all thy light, thy love was cast, 

 And there the brightness of thy hour, 



And there, at rest in sweet repose, 



Thy dust, thy flowers, thy wreath of woes. 



Call Cheops from the dust, and give 

 The world his genius and his power ; 



Command his soul of light to live, 

 His glory to adorn the hour, 



And grand as pyramids to rise, 



His star of greatness to the skies. 



The builders who in granite laid 

 As massive monuments, to stand, 



Hath builded well, as hand, or spade, 

 Or power, or genius, laid or planned; 



Or called to action grand and fair, 



As Egypt's deathless glories are. 



We see in majesty as reared, 

 The wonders of our day and age, 



Where desolation once appeared, 

 And traced its lines on every page, 



And gave to all a scene of woe ; 



A wave of darkness long to flow. 



But genius woke, and wealth awoke, 

 And broke the slumber of the past, 



And with its arm in mighty stroke, 

 Declared the waves of darkness past, 



And o'er the plain, as late was laid, 



The footsteps of retiring trade. 



For eastward here the tide was driven. 

 The iron way was'laid as there, 



Where wealth, and power, as long had striven 

 To bend the masses to their prayer, 



And call, and bear, as on the tide, 



Our hopes, our wealth, as following wide, — 



