If One Could

If one could sing one’s soul with ringing rhyme
In measures made to move in perfect time;
If one could capture one’s most inner light
And brush it on a canvas pure and bright;
If one could sculpt one’s mind as an ideal
And model forth a man more real than real,
Would then one come to say that he has won,
That all his happy life is passed and done?
Nay! For now a last new height’s in reach:
The meaning of it all he must declare
And say, “Society’s not mine to teach,
For men must lift themselves up if they dare.
My love of my creating is my soul
And art and joy were my high selfish goal!”

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