Most Joyful Let The Poet Be, It

The Fewer The Voices On The Side Of Truth, The More Distinct And Strong Must Be Your Own.

Others Are Affected By What I Am, And Say, And Do. So That A Single Act Of Mine May Spread And Spread In Widening Circles, Through A Nation Or Humanity. Through My Vice I Intensify The Taint Of Vice Throughout The Universe. Through My Misery I Make Multitudes Sad. On The Other Hand, Every Development Of My Virtue Makes Me An Ampler Blessing To My Race. Every New Truth That I Gain Makes Me A Brighter Light To Humanity.

My Highway Is Unfeatured Air, My Consorts Are The Sleepless Stars, And Men My Giant Arms Upbear My Arms Unstained And Free From Scars.

Every Mind Was Made For Growth, For Knowledge, And Its Nature Is Sinned Against When It Is Doomed To Ignorance.

An Earnest Purpose Finds Time, Or Makes It. It Seizes On Spare Moments, And Turns Fragments To Golden Account.