All through their lives men build or dream them homes,
Longing for peace and quiet and household love;
All through their lives — though offering hecatombs
To worldly pleasures and the shows thereof.

And at the last, life-sick, with still the same
Unconquerable desire within their breast,
They yearn for heaven and murmur its dear name,
Deeming it, more than mortal homes are, blest.