The impulse of all love is to create. <br />God was so full of love, in his embrace <br />He clasped the empty nothingness of space, <br />And low! the solar system! High in state <br />The mighty sun sat, so supreme and great <br />With this same essence, one smile of its face <br />Brought myriad forms of life forth; race on race, <br /> <br />From insects up to men. <br />Through love, not hate, <br />All that is grand in nature or in art <br />Sprang into being. He who would build sublime <br />And lasting works, to stand the test of time, <br />Must inspiration draw from his full heart. <br />And he who loveth widely, well, and much, <br />The secret holds of the true master touch.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creation-48/
