Classic Poem

He dipped his pen in golden light,
And wrote what lay within his heart,
His eyes averted from the night,
And never paused to think of art.

He missed the laurel of renown;
He failed to win the highest goal,
Yet on his brow he wears the crown
That comes to him who saves a soul.

For one all heedless of his form,
Sunk in the depths of grim despair,
Found in his lines a message warm
That led to Peace from realms of Care!