The Builders
Back of the beating hammer by which the steel is wrought,
Back of the workshop's clamor, the seeker may find the thought;
The thought that is ever master of iron and steam and steel,
That rises above disaster and tramples it under heel.

Might of the roaring boiler, force of the engine's thrust,
Strength of the sweating toiler, greatly in these we trust;
But back of them stands the thinker, who drives the process through;
Back of the job - the dreamer, who's making the dream come true.
-- Berton Braley
  A professor is reported to have given the following test to his pupils.
He told them they were not really educated unless they could say yes to
the following questions:
    Has your education given you sympathy with all good causes?
    Has it made you public-spirited?
    Has it made you a brother to the weak?
    Do you know what it is to be a friend?
    Do you return the smile of a small child?
    Will a lonely dog follow you down the street?
    Can you be high-minded and happy in the meaner drudgeries of life?
    Can you look out on the world and see anything but dollars and cents?
    Can you look into the sky at night and see beyond the stars?
    Can your soul claim relationship with all creation?
-- Author Unknown
Why build these cities glorious, if man unbuilded goes?
In vain we build the world, unless the builder also grows.
-- Edwin Markham
Above, Pisa, Italy; photo at top of page, New York, New York, USA
Cologne, Germany
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Seattle, Washington, USA
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
Hong Kong, China
Cincinnati, Ohio, USA
Esztergom, Hungary
London, England
An old man, going a lone highway, came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide, through which was flowing an angry tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim; the sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side, and built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near, "You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day; you never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide - why build you this bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head, "Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
There followeth after me today, a youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me, to that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;  good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
-- Will Allen Dromgoole
Walls crumble and empires fall.  The tidal wave sweeps from the sea and tears a fortress
from its rocks.  Nations drop from off time's bough.  Only things that dreamers make live
on.  They are the chosen few who, through all the ages, have heard the voice of destiny
call to them.  Dreamers are the architects of greatness.  
-- Herbert Kaufman
Budapest, Hungary
Atlanta, Georgia, USA
Bilbao, Spain
Photos on this page are courtesy of Kepguru.
Music:  How Can I Keep from Singing?

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