Show T T Tt t The New Republic By y Edwin Markham t Copyright 1901 1001 by Edwin Markham I 4 Voices are crying from the dust of Tyre From Karnak and the stones of Babylon I We Ye raised our pillars upon And perished from the large gaze of the We sun sunA sunA 4 A grandeur looked down from Corn nie ae pyramid A A glory glor came on Greece a on Rome But in ir Iq them all aU the ancient Traitor hid And so they passed like momentary foam There was no substance In their soaring hopes hopesy y The voice of Thebes Is now a desert cry A spider r bars the road with filmy ropes Where here once the feet of Carthage ge thundered by 4 I A bittern cries where once Queen Dido laughed t tA A 4 thistle nods where once the Forum poured t tA 1 A lizard lifts JI and listens on a shaft abaft Where once of old the Coliseum reared 4 There Is a Vision waiting and aware t tAnd And An III l you ou must draw t down 0 O men of worth f Draw down e New Republic held In air f fAnd And make for it foundations on the Earth f l j St SL John beheld it as a great reat 4 Above boye bov the ages wondrous and afar aCar t heard It as a bugle blown 4 j And Shelley Sheney saw it as a steadfast star J |