Classic Poem

Knowledge that has a golden tongue
Turns into wisdom as it speaks.
Deep springs of goodness, though unsung,
Inspire the music Nature seeks.
'Tis thus alone comes culture's excellence
That subtly heavenward moves the earthly soul and sense.

An ancient sage stood in a cleft
Of Horeb's mount to see pass by
God's glory; and the passing left
God's goodness fixed on ear and eye.
'Tis the same holy vision now as then;
Glory is goodness, grace supreme of God and men.

Goodness is power, and issuing binds
Spirits in wisdom, flinging out
Fine dreams of destiny to minds
That wakening feel the sky about.
Forth voices, trumpets, splendors glorified
By goodness! So shall Truth its verities confide.