Poems (Hoffman)/The Mind's Treasure-house
THE MIND'S TREASURE-HOUSE.
The stars of Heaven's ethereal blue,
The birds and flowers of Spring,
Present to every passer-by
Their sweetest offering.
The birds and flowers of Spring,
Present to every passer-by
Their sweetest offering.
Can hearts be hopeless, homes be drear,
When joys like these are given
To deck and beautify the earth
And lift our thoughts to Heaven?
When joys like these are given
To deck and beautify the earth
And lift our thoughts to Heaven?
The song that filled the singer's soul
Another could not hear,
Naught but the echo of that song
Fell on the listening ear.
Another could not hear,
Naught but the echo of that song
Fell on the listening ear.
The artist's grandest masterpiece
The searchers can not find;
Hidden and still unseen it lies
An ideal of the mind.
The searchers can not find;
Hidden and still unseen it lies
An ideal of the mind.
So with the poet, truest words,
By inspiration wrought,
Are but—though robed in loveliness—
A shadow of the thought.
By inspiration wrought,
Are but—though robed in loveliness—
A shadow of the thought.