TO COLLIS POTTER HUNTINGTON
The splendor of the deed enfolds our dreams; Its glory with the grace of starlight gleams. The flames of genius still make fair the night And clear the pattern of our lives with light. Here, though life's road winds grim through silt and sand, The shining temples of achievement stand; Faith paints the grandeur of the splendid deed With hues that bear a balm for hearts that bleed. So men forgetting war may bend above Inscriptions written for the fanes of love, Hark exaltation of life's fair refrains That urge new bravery from lives in chains, And whisper from the cells where faiths are furled The miracle of deeds that light the world.