The gods, who could loose and bind

In the long ago,

The gods, who were stern and kind

To men below,

Where shall we seek and find,

Or, finding, know?

Where Greece, with king on king,

Dreamed in her halls;

Where Rome kneeled worshiping,

The owl now calls,

And clambering ivies cling,

And the moonbeam falls.

They have served, and passed away

From the earth and sky,

And their creeds are a record gray,

Where the passer-by

Reads, "Live and be glad to-day,

For to-morrow ye die."