Yes; on the Future Life we build, Rear crumbling monuments to fame, When Death's remorseless clasp has stilled The currents of the mortal frame! Man's labors here are all in vain, Are scattered on the cyclone blast -- Scattered afar like tiny seed, Upon a barren desert cast, If Duty and Justice be not The objects of his care and zeal; Or in the granary will rot, As time eats up the blade of steel! The universal law ordains, Nor can we change the just decree, That man to man, as man, remains, By kindred ties, each as each free! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: 73 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS DECEMBER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |