Upon a mount ten thousand years timeworn,

Below, a hundred ancient races toiled,

Where ancient corpses turned to dust adorn

By plunderers and murderers despoiled,

Yet monuments of power, too, hoisted high

With cultured arts and music chamber-filled,

Where scientific craft did multiply,

While passioned words and loving deeply thrilled

To birth their nations strong and civilized,

Advance the skills and tools they learned afore,

That knowledge gained would be immortalized

And future kin would suffer nevermore,

I stand. Their legacy, a crushing weight

To represent their sacrifices great!

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