Classic Poem

Though young in years, thou hast the sacred flame:
In thee pure Gottschalk's dreamy graces shine,
The soul is thine of Liszt and Rubinstein,
Fraternity with Chopin thou canst claim.

Plante and Thalberg both in thee combine,
The highest sphere is thy ambitious aim.
And thou canst tread the rugged paths of fame,
Blessed by thy muse, melodious and divine.

Modest art thou, and fired by studious zeal;
But time will lead thee to the cherished goal,
For thou hast feeling, sympathy, and soul,
And all thy master's meaning thou dost feel.
Therefore pursue thy way with fearless mind,
And thou shalt be like all of these combined.