  Victor is he whose tremulous soul the notes Of starry spaces hears, their far appeal, And cries "Amen!" and sets thereto the seal With which winged aspiration life devotes! That seal rays golden flame, and bright connotes The transmutation through the spirit's zeal Of earthly passions to the high anneal That rings the harmony that heavenward floats. While other triremes vain withstood the guile, The lyric prow of Orpheus easeful past In gladsome scorn's disdain the Sirens' Isle; And proud Calliope o'er each black mast Whispered her thrilling taunt in ears of pain: "I taught my Thracian boy a heavenlier strain!" |
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