The eye doth long for stone abodes deep quarries birthed to speak with clouds the earthy treasures shine in sky and mind remember ancient odes
that unashamed forethought for children long born after the ones who burned their strength away to give two thousand better lot with wisdom, warmth, and laughter
now our work seems fragile fleeting our teaching is too flighty We wished ourselves so agile that we forgot ancestral strength
We need that tall cathedral tower or else we'll lose ourselves forget that though our flesh is mist our souls remain forever
All castles must return to sand but let yours wait a little longer put hands to work for enduring things And let your mind much ponder
All must burn in the end, but tis best to work believing that it will benefit your children, to the seventh generation