Process Poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton

Time erodes the fundamental.
. . . . .
Civilization said long ago,
“Man is fixt and set,
Unchanging now,
Amid the fret
Of evolution.
The tides Fate-led
Surge and retreat,
Nor lose, nor get;
On his ultimate feet
Man’s fixt and set.”

Time erodes the fundamental.
. . . . .
England was clampt
In laws and modes august,
Wise and just
The written codes
’Neath which in chains,
Before the mob’s
Jibes and goads,
Men marched to the Calvary
Of Tyburn Tree.
Time erodes the fundamental.
. . . . .
Modernly I stood
Where ancient blood,
And pain and sweat,
Linger yet
In earth and air,
There
Marks the place of moan
A solemn stone.

Time erodes the fundamental.
. . . . .
Holiday on every hand:
From that sad mark across the Park
I come, and stand
By that epitome
Of the racial heart’s
Unfaith to Tyburn Tree—
The Bird’s Sanctuary.

Time erodes the fundamental.