Deathless

Deathless
By Lowel Otus Reese
491

Thews of the dauntless Norman Knight, blood of the Saxon thane,
Eye of the hillman, cagle wise, scanning the far-off plain,
Mind of the gentle Puritan, stern in his single thought-
This was the blood of the Pioneer, this was the Argonaut

Out on the hills of the Sunset Land, out by the Western gate,
Builded a city to last for aye, under the hand of Fate:
This was the Temple of Destiny, out of the Future brought;
This was the lasting monument raised by the Argonaut

Sorrow may come to the western land Ruin may stalk the town,
Blackening all of the beauty there, flinging the temples down;
Courage! for though Desolation spreads, bringing the day to naught,
Still in the midst of the ruin dwells the soul of the Argonaut