As the daylight breaks,
The hammers of blinded workers quake,
The foundations of our small world doth shake,

But who doth know,
How high these towers shall climb,

How long they will stand,
Built not of clay, brick, and sand,
Built not with unified heart, but with mis-guided hand,

Will they cover this great expand,
Between cloud,sky,and land,
Between God, beast, and man