Heaven still rebuilds thy span,
Nor lets the type grow pale with age
That first spoke peace to man.
THE LAST MAN.
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The Sun himself must die,
Before this mortal shall assume
Its Immortality!
Heaven still rebuilds thy span,
Nor lets the type grow pale with age
That first spoke peace to man.
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The Sun himself must die,
Before this mortal shall assume
Its Immortality!