Classic Poem

Take the mouldering dust,
Wake it into life, —
Matter is but servant of the mind.

Touch the silent keys:
Genius can evoke
Music wherein gods commune with men.

Read the soul of man,
And the farthest star;
Truth is one, and is forever true.

Think the wildest thought,
Hope the utmost hope —
Time shall be when all shall be fulfilled.

Wonder not at deed,
Wonder more at thought,
Wonder at the hope that feeds itself.

Genius is divine,
Genius is the true:
Man becomes that which he worships, — God!