"Here, in the midst of the clash and din,
We know what it is to be calm within.
"Here, environed by sin and shame,
We do what we can with our pure white flame.
"We do what we can with our bloom and grace,
To make the city a fairer place.
"It is well to be good though the world is vile,
And so through the dust and the smoke we smile,
"We are but atoms in chaos tossed,
Yet never a purpose for truth was lost."
Ah, many a sermon is uttered there
By the bed of blossoms in Greeley square.
And he who listens and hears aright,
Is better equipped for the world's hard fight.
Will
You will be what you will to be;
Let failure find its false content
In that poor word "environment,"
But spirit scorns it, and is free,