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We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought,And in the forms of gods and heroes wroughtEternal beauty from the sculptured stone,—A higher charm than modern culture wonWith all the wealth of metaphysic lore,Gifted to...

We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone, Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought, And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought Eternal beauty from the sculptured stone,— A higher charm than modern culture won With all the wealth of metaphysic lore, Gifted to analyze, dissect, explore. A many-colored light flows from one sun; Art, ’neath its beams, a motley thread has spun; The prism modifies the perfect day; But thou hast known such mediums to shun, And cast once more on life a pure, white ray. Absorbed in the creations of thy mind, Forgetting daily self, my truest self I find. Pre-1930 A

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