High-rises gleam wearing

Dazzling pieces of glass

While Mansions of old whiles

Fall with hopes despairing.

As wine, rave, grandeur and wealth vanish

In time’s immense storms that whirl,

The mighty and the highbrow vanish.

So do the fine man and the sweet girl.

The lowly and the wealthy perish

In trice and shall be concealed in loam.

Mansions of love that have no blemish

Alone shall sheen till the ends of time.

So let’s merrily build

Mansions of love unbound

By race and creed

And please our very God.