Dreams and Images: An Anthology of Catholic Poets
“ That lies ’twixt “mine and thine”?Hath he not said, “’Twere better for theeIf thine henceforth be mine”? And so doth the Empire Builder,From out of the ends of the earth,Thro’ travail of war and of carnageBring strange, new realms to birth— Realms builded on broken hearthstones,The triumph of Rapine’s hour—That one may boast in the halls of FameAnd sit in the seats of Power! IIThis is the song of the Empire Builder,Who built not of wasted lands,But who builded a kingdom of golden deedsAnd of things not made by hands! ”
