On the bodies and souls of living men?
And think ye that building shall endure,
Which shelters the noble and crushes the poor?
”With gates of silver and bars of gold
Ye have fenced my sheep from their Father’s fold;
I have heard the dropping of their tears
In heaven these eighteen hundred years.“
”O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt,
We build but as our fathers built;
Behold thine images, how they stand,