When Ives set the following poem to music (solo voice and piano),
he left the poet anonymous.
Thanks to Google Books, it is possible to succeed in a search for this poem, and to identify its author.



THE ALL-ENDURING

Man passes down the way of years, and ruins mark his trail;
He buildeth, and the hand of Time wipes out his structures frail.
Upon the graves of greatness passed, new monuments are placed,
And they, in turn, by fleeting years, are ruthlessly effaced.

His hopes, ambitions, loves and hates endure but for a day,
Then, by the ever busy hand of Time, are swept away.
His glory shineth for a space and spreads its brilliant light,
Then fades, and passes with the rest into eternal night.

Thrones crumble, fall, and are no more, and nations grand decay;
Power sinks to nothingness, and wealth abideth but a day.
Fame from its lofty pedestal disdainfully is tost,
But to the world, no worthy deed or thought is ever lost.

by Arthur Jerome Burdick   1858 - 1926

appears in:
The Baptist Home Mission Monthly, Volume XXIII, no. 8, back cover [no pagination], dated August 1901, New York City: The American Baptist Home Mission Society.

   


Small wonder that Arthur J. Burdick is elusive, as authors of poetry go.
Poetry was an avocation for Burdick.
A California native, and resident of Riverside County,
Burdick wrote books on minerals, metallurgy, and the chemistry of same.
He ventured into the same American Southwestern desert country
written about by Everett Reuss and Edward Abbey,
and published at least one book about it.

As to Burdick's poems, I know of no place
where all of them are collected in their entirety,
and the periodical above is the only place I know of
for the lyric which Charles Ives set to music.