You are a new-world’s man: model from this.
Ay, let the dead bury their dead, and pursue
The aims of a people that push for the new.
The proudest ambition, the readiest hand,
Might wisely embody ideals less grand;
No sweeter Murillo’s divine designs,
Whose purity rivals each thought it refines,
While the dreamy intent of a life-brooding haze
Throngs thick with the beauty of immature praise.
Conceptions immaculate still may be