I see that power is not in art,
Nor name nor place essential part
Of life's reality and glory;
The strength of life is the health of heart.
If man but lived the pure white truth,
As lives the lily tender ruth,
The earth were Paradise to-morrow,
The Christ, unveiled, would be here in sooth.
The worldly wise, he does not heed,—
What love sees true is true indeed!
Immortal blooms this hardy blossom,
And deathless fruits in a deathless creed.