Classic Poem

Nothing may now be done. Our fellows, here,
Slumber in ignorant night. One man, albeit
He should rise star-like and so set, can shew
Only the course of his own luminous orb.
Some impulse he may lend, indeed; yet he
Is master but of his sole destiny.
To bear a people sunwards, there must be
Time and just laws, commerce and useful arts,
(Civilization being expressed in these);
For from such sources gentle manners flow;
And leisure, wherein Thought doth dwell and thrive,
A Spirit of many names,—as Science, Art,
And Meditation, which doth lead to truth.