Artists wrought for Heaven’s praise—
Marking time by deeds, not days.
And before my dreaming eyes,
Temples, palaces arise,
Less’ning, fading in the skies,
’Till upon their lifted spires,
Sit the stars, those spirit fires,
List’ning to thy minstrel lyres.
Hark! their music sweeps along—
Lightly dance the waves of song,