Fall, fall, ye mighty temples to the ground: <br />Not in your sculptured rise <br />Is the real exercise <br />Of human nature's brightest power found. <br />'Tis in the lofty hope, the daily toil, <br />'Tis in the gifted line, <br />In each far thought divine, <br />That brings down Heaven to light our common soil. <br /> <br />'Tis in the great, the lovely, and the true; <br />'Tis in the generous thought, <br />Of all that man has wrought, <br />Of all that yet remains for man to do.<br /><br />Letitia Elizabeth Landon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amelioration-and-the-future-man-s-noble-tasks/
