Voicing an overseer, pure and terrible
In large, lofty projects
Man's stature, immortalizing. May he grouch
Impatient who interjects!
No Heaven-building then, in whom no faith
Offered Time to be tried.
No bliss states that rise, wedded;
No faithfulness, lets bide.
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