All things are fitful images alone,
Reflecting glory from the Absolute;
And he who can imagine from the part
What marks the whole, walks in the light of heaven.
Find then a life where every child becomes
Earth’s animated toy of manliness,
Each man the mass from which to mould a god,
And earth the pit whence all heaven’s wealth is mined,
You find for thought a life worth living for,
A life the artist gives us: it is he