Impromptu

Lady , thou lovest high and holy Thought,
And noble deeds, and hopes sublime or beauteous;
Thou lovest charities in secret wrought,
And all things pure, and generous, and duteous;
What then if these be drest in robes of power,
Triumphant WORDS , that thrill the heart of man,
Conquering for good beyond the flitting hour,
With stately march, and music in the van?
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