A LAST WORD.

Not for thyself, but for the sake of Song,

Strive to succeed as others have, who gave

Their lives unto her; shaping sure and strong

Her lovely limbs that made them god and slave.

Not for thyself, but for the sake of Art,

Strive to advance beyond the others’ best;

Winning a deeper secret from her heart

To hang it moonlike‘ mid the starry rest.