Century of Progress
Guard o’er the travertine
casting prospectus to sea
For the mariner,
his light
For a rower,
it’s shadow
For the pilot,
a token
From Antica it shall
again be pilfered
And again, promises
to harbor triumph
Guard o’er the travertine
casting prospectus to sea
For the mariner,
his light
For a rower,
it’s shadow
For the pilot,
a token
From Antica it shall
again be pilfered
And again, promises
to harbor triumph