Above the glow of molten steel, <br />The roar of furnace, forge, and shed, <br />Protectress of the City's weal, <br />Now, Learning rears her loftier head; <br /> <br />That Progress may at length descry <br />It lacks the clue to guide aright, <br />And, conscious of its blindness, cry <br />Unto the Muse, ``More light! More light!'' <br /> <br />That Wealth may fitly yield the throne <br />To Letters, Science, artist-skill, <br />And Matter, willing subject, own <br />Mind must be lord and master still.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/primacy-of-mind/
