Who can restore the former glory?
The young sing and dance
Around this shell, this crude reminder,
They call beauty, as entranced.
Who would rob the hopeful babes,
Let beauty be seen where it can,
But we who held our temple proud
Will weep to the very last man.
Who can restore the former glory
Once it has been defaced?
Who can restore the innocence
Our aged hands debased?
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