All are architects of Fate,
        Working in these walls of Time;
        Some with massive deeds and great,
        Some with ornaments of rhyme.

        Nothing useless is, or low;
         Each thing in its place is best;
        And what seems but idle show
        Strengthens and supports the rest.

        For the structure that we raise,
        Time is with materials filled;
        Our todays and yesterdays
        Are the blocks with which we build.

        Truly shape and fashion these;
         Leave no yawning gaps between;
        Think not, because no man sees,
         Such things will remain unseen.

        In the elder days of Art,
        Builders wrought with greatest care
        Each minute and unseen part;
         For the gods see everywhere.

        Let us do our work as well,
        Both the unseen and the seen;
        Make the house where gods may dwell
        Beautiful, entire, and clean.

        Else our lives are incomplete,
         Standing in these walls of Time,
        Broken stairways, where the feet
        Stumble as they seek to climb.

        Build today, then, strong and sure
        With a firm and ample base;
        And ascending and secure
        Shall tomorrow find its place.