Many a pompous decide
Many an empire of pride
Aplenty of craniums be high
And beheld among the sky
What a cubit lengthen tall!
What a tremor will pride fall!
Fall and fall to rise no more.
Many a pillar is built
Beholding the priding guilt
Meekness they tell thee farewell,
In pride a fair citadel;
How fortitude will pride be?
With plenitude of safety?
Hope on safety is no more.
When old-pride is core and black
Sure that empire wall will crack
Woe becomes the bags of c'ment
That build pride falling fragment;
Rattling the earth to brittle,
Empire's pride descend little
And little to be...no more.
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