Process

Time erodes the fundamental. . . . . . Civilization said long ago, “Man is fixt and set, Unchanging now, Amid the fret Of evolution. The tides Fate-led Surge and retreat, Nor lose, nor get; On his ultimate feet Man’s fixt and set.” Time erodes the fundamental. . . . . . England was clampt In laws and modes august, Wise and just The written codes ’Neath which in chains, Before the mob’s Jibes and goads, Men marched to the Calvary Of Tyburn Tree. Time erodes the fundamental. . . . . . Modernly I stood Where ancient blood, And pain and sweat, Linger yet In earth and air, There Marks the place of moan A solemn stone. Time erodes the fundamental. . . . . . Holiday on every hand: From that sad mark across the Park I come, and stand By that epitome Of the racial heart’s Unfaith to Tyburn Tree— The Bird’s Sanctuary. Time erodes the fundamental.