THE TORCH

Art's use what is it but to touch the springs

Of nature? But to hold a torch up for

Humanity in Life's large corridor,

To guide the feet of peasants and of kings!

What is it but to carry union through

Thoughts alien to thoughts kindred, and to merge

The lines of colour that should not diverge,

And give the sun a window to shine through!

What is it but to make the world have heed

For what its dull eyes else would hardly scan,

To draw in a stark light a shameless deed,

And show the fashion of a kingly man!

To cherish honour, and to smite all shame,

To lend hearts voices, and give thoughts a name!