When the column of light on the waters is glassed, <br /> As blent in one glow seem the shine and the stream; <br />But wave after wave through the glory has passed, <br /> Just catches, and flies as it catches, the beam <br />So honors but mirror on mortals their light; <br />Not the man but the place that he passes is bright.<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honors/
