The pyramid through ages past, <br />Through all their tempest, storm and blast, <br />Held its apex up to grasp <br />The elements. <br /> <br /> <br />Three thousand years, long and fleet, <br />Have struck their colors at its feet, <br />Ten thousand more its strength shall meet <br />Till time is done. <br /> <br /> <br />Where is the tower Babel built? <br />Where is Tyre's crimson hilt? <br />Judea's temple. and the guilt <br />Her neighbors' knew? <br /> <br /> <br />They're gone at oblivion's call - <br />Old Egypt's skill survives them all - <br />Yet in the art of Pharaoh's pall <br />The Egyptian lives.<br /><br />Samuel Alfred Beadle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pyramid-3/
