sometimes all we

need is ear

that listens it

is no good

to force someone

to do something

their heart does

not desire our

first thought is

rendered back to

us by trumpets

of last judgement

familiar as voice

of mind is

to each highest

merit we ascribe

to moses plato

and milton is

that they set

at naught books

and traditions and

spoke not what

men but what

they thought let

us learn to

combine our labour

with our genius

and express it

in our chosen

medium man should

learn to detect

and watch that

gleam of light

which flashes across

his mind from

within more than

luster of firmament

of bards and

sages we will

inherit our kingdom