We all are blind until we see
That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making if
It does not make the man.
Why build these cities glorious
If man unbuilded goes?
In vain we build the world, unless
The builder also grows.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
I fear the vermin that shall undermine
Senate and citadel and school and shrine.
And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down
As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,
Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,
And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
- Dorothy Parker American Poet
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow American Poet
- John Jay Chapman American Biographer
- Walt Whitman American Poet
- Robert Frost American Poet
- Nathaniel Parker Willis American Poet, Playwright
- Edgar Lee Masters American Poet
- Josiah Gilbert Holland American Novelist
- Bayard Taylor American Poet
- John Ciardi American Poet