Chapter VIII
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THE INHERITANCE
We men of earth have here the stuff Of Paradise—we have enough! We need no other thing to build The stairs into the Unfulfilled— No other ivory for the doors— No other marble for the floors— No other cedar for the beam And dome for man's immortal dream. Here on the path of every day— Here on the common human way— Is all the busy gods would take To build a heaven, to mold and make New Edens. Ours the stuff sublime To build Eternity in time! Edwin Markham.