ameiloration and the future - letitia elizabeth landon - richard mitchley lyrics

fall, fall, ye mighty temples to the ground:
not in your sculptured rise
is the real exercise
of human nature’s brightest power found
’tis in the lofty hope, the daily toil
’tis in the gifted line
in each far thought divine
that brings down heaven to light our common soil

’tis in the great, the lovely, and the true;
’tis in the generous thought
of all that man has wrought
of all that yet remains for man to do