Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
I. The PyramidsWilliam Henry Whitworth
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So the dwarfed pilgrim of the desert sand
Cries, wondering. On Eternity’s lone strand,
Unwept by Time’s dark waters, they are seen
(Each like that giant old of hoar Cyllene
Who propped the starry axle with his hand)
The Caryatides of Heaven, to stand
In calm and noiseless majesty serene.
Ah! not the minions of an idol fane,
But monuments of Hope, ye tower sublime,
To show despairing man his soul shall reign
Immortal, in some bright and glorious clime,
If thus the labors of his hand remain
Triumphant over Death, and Fate, and Time!