UPON THE SAND

All love that has not friendship for its base,
  Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
Though brave its walls as any in the land,
  And its tall turrets lift their heads in grace;
Though skillful and accomplished artists trace
  Most beautiful designs on every hand,
And gleaming statues in dim niches stand,
  And fountains play in some flow'r-hidden place,

Yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust
  Of adverse fate is blown, or sad rains fall
Day in, day out, against is yielding wall,
  Lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust.
Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe,
  Need friendship's solid mason-work below.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.


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