Excerpt from Atlanta's Race, and Two Other Tales From the Earthly Paradise Making but light of labour new begunWhile in their vessels gleams the morning sun.On one side of the square a temple stands, Wherein the gods worshipped in ancient landsStill have their altars, a great market-placeUpon two other sides fills all the space.And thence the busy hum of men comes forth;But on the cold side looking towards the rthA pillared council-house may you behold, Within whose porch are images of gold, Gods of the nations who dwelt ancientlyAbout the borders of the Grecian sea. Pass w between them, push the brazen doorAnd standing on the polished marble floorLeave all the ises of the square behind;Most calm that reverent chamber shall ye find, Silent at first, but for the ise you madeWhen on the brazen door your hand you laidTo shut it after you but w beholdThe city rulers on their thrones of gold.Clad in most fair attire, and in their handsLong carven silver-banded ebony wands;Then from the dais drop your eyes and seeSoldiers and peasants standing reverentlyBefore those elders, round a little bandWho bear such arms as guard the English land.But battered, rent, and rusted sore, and they, The men themselves, are shrivelled, bent, and grey;And as they lean with pain upon their spearsTheir brows seem furrowed deep with more than years;For sorrow dulls their heavy sunken eyes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.