Of countless spirits who did not create.
Arm-in-arm, higher and still higher,
From the savage to the Grecian seer,
Who is linked to the last seraph of the ring,
We turn, of one mind, in the same magic dance,
Till measure, and e’en time itself,
Sink at death in the boundless, glowing sea.
Friendless was the great world’s Master;
And feeling this, he made the spirit world
Blessed mirrors of his own blessedness!