Classic Poem

If we can put forth one bright bud of thought,
One syllable of truth decipher clear,
Learn from life's script one letter yet untaught,
One note of unrecorded music hear:
If to the choiring Amens of the past
Our little Yea we add with accent true,
Or to the treasury wherein great men cast
Wealth without stint, offer our farthing too:
If in the changing dialect of time
We the unchanging message can repeat,
And through the mazy dance of subtler rhyme
Still move on light and passion-winged feet:
We shall fulfil the purpose of our age,
And, scorning pride, keep beauty's heritage.