But these are deeds which should not pass away,

And names that must not wither, though the Earth

Forgets her empires with a just decay,

The enslavers and the enslaved—their death and birth;

The high, the mountain-majesty of Worth

Should be—and shall, survivor of its woe,

And from its immortality, look forth

In the sun's face, like yonder Alpine snow, [16.B.]

Imperishably pure beyond all things below.