Perhaps there is a greater fame
Than that attained by mere acclaim:
The glory of a higher goal,
The image of your deepest soul
Imprinted in a work or act;
Creation made a living fact,
An insight deep or deeply rare,
A greatness that you greatly share
Across the all too human ages
Among the all too human sages.
So guard your hope in all you strive
To do, all green and all alive:
Your life itself, the craft you ply -
If you but learn to trust your eye
And ear, to seize what's ever near,
To honor what you hold most dear -
Is glorious enough in scope
To bring to pass your highest hope.
Enforce within this law severe:
To live and think what you revere.
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