So loved and emphasized by men of deeds,
That in the clash of life’s realities,
Thoughts are dim shadows, nothing more nor less:
They may indeed wing life’s creative powers
To due fruition, but they cannot shape
And mould our life themselves. So have I judged
And with this modest comment was content:
Where pale thoughts only work, all life is lamed
And likewise all that joins itself to life.
More potent than the ripest form of words,