Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
Talent should minister to genius.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.