And creeps among the dead and tangled weeds.
Ruin and ruins everywhere, but yet,
In fancy, see the myriad castles tall
Whereon the banners fair of Hope are set,
Then watch the wreck and ruin of it all!
Forsaken cities far beyond the sea
Hold not such claim to pity as do those
Grand dwellings youth rears in such majesty
To crumble and form sepulchres for woes.