<h2><SPAN name="page52"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>NOTHING REMAINS</h2>
<p class="poetry">Nothing remains of unrecorded ages<br/>
That lie in the silent cemetery time;<br/>
Their wisdom may have shamed our wisest sages,<br/>
Their glory may have been indeed sublime.<br/>
How weak do seem our strivings after power,<br/>
How poor the grandest efforts of our brains,<br/>
If out of all we are, in one short hour<br/>
Nothing
remains.</p>
<p class="poetry">Nothing remains but the Eternal Spaces,<br/>
Time and decay uproot the forest trees.<br/>
Even the mighty mountains leave their places,<br/>
And sink their haughty heads beneath strange seas<br/>
The great earth writhes in some convulsive spasms<br/>
And turns the proudest cities into plains.<br/>
The level sea becomes a yawning chasm—<br/>
Nothing remains.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page53"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
53</span>Nothing remains but the Eternal Forces,<br/>
The sad seas cease complaining and grow dry,<br/>
Rivers are drained and altered in their courses,<br/>
Great stars pass out and vanish from the sky.<br/>
Ideas die and old religions perish,<br/>
Our rarest pleasures and our keenest pains<br/>
Are swept away with all we hate or cherish—<br/>
Nothing remains.</p>
<p class="poetry">Nothing remains but the Eternal Nameless<br/>
And all-creative spirit of the Law,<br/>
Uncomprehended, comprehensive, blameless,<br/>
Invincible, resistless, with no flaw;<br/>
So full of love it must create for ever,<br/>
Destroying that it may create again,<br/>
Persistent and perfecting in endeavour,<br/>
It yet must bring forth angels, after men—<br/>
This, this remains!</p>
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