“Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—
Build thee more stately mansions,
O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple,
nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven
with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell
by life’s unresting sea!”
“who spurred with true desire,
plunging at once into the sacred fire,
folded his wings within,
till he became one colour
and one substance with the flame.
He only knew the flame
who in it burned,
and only he could tell
who ne’er to tell returned.”
“Visions of beauty and splendor,
Forms of a long-lost race,
Sounds and faces and voices,
From the fourth dimension of space—
And on through the universe boundless,
Our thoughts go lightning shod—
Some call it imagination,
And others call it God.”
“O be strong then, and brave, pure, patient and true;
The work that is yours let no other hand do.
For the strength for all need is faithfully given
From the fountain within you—the Kingdom of
Heaven.”
“Think truly, and thy thoughts shall the world’s famine feed;
Speak truly, and each word of thine shall be a fruitful seed;
Live truly, and thy life shall be a great and noble creed.”