Your sacred and heavenly, glorious self,

So sweetly and deeply of earth,

Now shines from the eyes of your mind’s high shelf,

Which holds all the light you are worth.

And your self is a singular crest of ideal,

More soulful than soul, just right,

A blend of fine purpose, true action, made real,

For conquering day and night.

Your glorious, heavenly, earth-of-earth self,

So deeply, so sweetly of spring,

Now leap-frogs over high shelves to laugh—

With a wink for each selfish thing!