LXVII.

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.