Hold to the rapture: let it work <br />Inward till founts of being fill, <br />And all is clear that once was murk, <br />And Beauty's self rise, mirrored still, <br />Before the mind, that shall devise <br />New forms of earth to realize. <br /> <br />Let it possess the heart and soul, <br />And through the two evolve the one, <br />And so achieve th' immortal goal <br />Of something great that man has done: <br />Pouring his thought, his dream intense, <br />Into the molds of permanence. <br /> <br />Within the compass of extremes <br />Science and Art their worlds have set, <br />Wherein the soul fulfills its dreams, <br />And evermore, without a let, <br />Swift, eagle-like, free, unconfined, <br />Soars to new altitudes of mind.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/accomplishment-6/
