There will be a Tower of Babel

Filippov M. : Architect
'When fragrant steam was still rising
From the earth washed with the waters of the flood,
They journeyed from the east
And found a plain in the land of Shi-nar.
Lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the earth,
They stopped and said.
Let us build us a city yet unseen
And a tower, whose top may reach into heaven.
And let us make us a name written in stone,
Which will never be forgotten
So that bricks held together with slime
Form a mountain, which may reach the clouds.
Their gazes are still proud, their hands still strong,
They are still of one language and one speech...'