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.
Can hearts be hopeless, homes be drear, When joys like these are givenTo 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.
The artist's grandest masterpiece 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.