Divided by purpose and terrain,
Builders, from those who sell early for gain
Before masonry laid
Flip a foundation for personal claim
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In the Grove where the builders dwell
Orchard blossoms release their sweet smell
On one breeze bade
Delight for both yet-to and ‘ready do-well
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Sacks of Gold will impress with size
But pique no devotion from working and wise
Only ideas-made
Merit the cathedrals of canonized
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Wealth or sweat that is ventured to spur
Creation brings riches more nobly earned
Than empty trade
Garage to Pavilion a better return
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And eras are forged by brilliant ones
Whose obsessions inspire our adulations
Our homage repaid
With Jobs that mean more than gilding the Hamptons
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When their fruits turn the normal, divine
Our gods remain with us shoulder-shoulder in line
Other options weighed
Invention changes the man less than mankind
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