As if on schedule. We are founded in the idea of freedom, gloried in wealth, and now the barbarism of Critical Theory/Social Justice is upon us. Let us hold the wall, renew our commitment to freedom and celebrate those dare to build rather than those who destroy.
CVIII
There is the moral of all human tales;
'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past,
First Freedom, and then Glory -- when that fails,
Wealth, vice, corruption, -- barbarism at last.
And History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page, -- 'tis better written here,
Where gorgeous tyranny hath thus amass'd
All treasures, all delights, that eye or ear,
Heart, soul could seek, tongue ask -- Away with words! draw near,
CIX
Admire, exult -- despise -- laugh, weep, -- for here
There is such matter for all feeling: -- Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear,
Ages and realms are crowded in this span,
This mountain, whose obliterated plan
The pyramid of empires pinnacled,
Of Glory's gewgaws shining in the van
Till the sun's rays with added flame were fill'd!
Where are its golden roofs! where those who dared to build?
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