CHAPTER VIII

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._