“When I from life's unrest had earned the graceOf utter ease beside a quiet stream;When all that was had mingled in a dreamTo eyes awakened out of time and place;Then in the cup of one great moment's spaceWas crushed the living wine from things that seem;I drank the joy of very Beauty's gleam,And saw God's glory face to shining face.{{pb}}Almost my brow was chastened to the ground,But for an inner Voice that said: "Arise!Wisdom is wisdom only to the wise:Thou art thyself the Royal thou hast crowned:In Beauty thine own beauty thou hast found,And thou hast looked on God with God's own eyes."”