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Yet he, the builder, died an unknown death;
His labors done, no man beheld him more; 'Twas though his body faded like a breath —
Or, like a sea-mist, floated off Life's shore. Doubt overhangs his fate, and faith, and birth:
His works alone attest his life and love, They are the only witnesses he hath,
All else Egyptian darkness covers o'er.
Men called him Gobban Saor, and many a tale
Yet lingers in the byways of the land, Of how he cleft the rock, and down the vale
Led the bright river, childlike, in his hand; Of how on giant ships he spread great sail
And many marvels else, by him first planned, And tho' these legends fail, in Innisfail
His name and Towers for centuries still shall stand. |
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