Rooms rich in records of old deeds sublime:
Books that hold garnered harvests of far lands
Pictures that tableau Man’s triumphant climb:
Statues so white, so counterfeiting life,
Bronze so ennobled, so with glory fraught
That the tired eyes must weep with joy to see,
And the tired mind in Beauty’s net be caught.
Come, enter there, and meet Tomorrow’s Man,
Communing with him softly, day by day.
Ah, the deep vistas he reveals, the dream