ELOQUENCE
With self the soul companions through the night, Mayhap will friends beyond etheric sight, Nor holds the speech of earth in lust and might, But language born for service and delight.
Now when the world returns to day and toil, And life is huge activity and moil, Our words betray our blindness and the soil, And so we fain must ape them or recoil.
Supreme the task to utter gracious thought, Diviner yet to have it, nobly sought; And only when high passions, swiftly wrought, Sublime the soul, is powers secret caught.
From labor patient comes the godlike art Of thought's conveyance, but the burning heart In eloquence of life plays chiefest part The master aye of cloister or of mart.
Who craves the golden tongue must lift and climb, Know lairs of eagles and the look sublime, Yet fires that purge the valley's dust and grime, Vast solitudes and yet the mob of time.
With self must he companion through the night, And will high friends who own the larger sight, Drink youths eternal waters of delight, And win the human soul for truth and right.
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