The tides of the public thought—
Flotsam or jetsam floating in
With the treasure genius brought.
For the unperishable dream of the soul lives on,
As the dream of genius must,
When the brain which wrought and the hand that wrote
Are one with the "daisied dust."
And so with reverent hands may you give
To the minds of men in their need,
The written word that's the word worth while,