We, in the ages lying,
    In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
    And Babel itself in our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
    To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
    Or one that is coming to birth.
Ode
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