There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and ruin and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.
And once again the scene was chang’d,New earth there seem’d to be,I saw the Holy CityBeside the tideless sea;The light of God was on its streets,The gates were open wide,And all who would might enter,And no one was denied.No need of moon or stars by night,Or sun to shine by day,It was the new Jerusalem,That would not pass away.fred weatherly
The energies of our system will decay; the glory of the sun will be dimmed, and the earth, tideless and inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has for a moment disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit and all his thoughts will perish.arthur balfour