WITHOUT AND WITHIN.
Once spake a grey-haired poet: A noble thing and good
To strike a heat adown the chain of our great brotherhood;
To send the blazing torch of truth from eager hand to hand,
To bid thought's swift electric wire vibrate from land to land.
To strike a heat adown the chain of our great brotherhood;
To send the blazing torch of truth from eager hand to hand,
To bid thought's swift electric wire vibrate from land to land.
To nurse a generous seed that in the mind hath taken root,
Then waft it forth on kindlier soil to come to nobler fruit,
By fire-lit hearth, in love-lit heart, a heritage to claim;
This have men called an idle breath, the vanity of Fame!
Then waft it forth on kindlier soil to come to nobler fruit,
By fire-lit hearth, in love-lit heart, a heritage to claim;
This have men called an idle breath, the vanity of Fame!
