Classic Poem

The bloom of the roses, the youth of the fair,
The voice of the lover, the love-lighted eye,
The music of birds as they move through the air,
The bright glow of sunshine that tinges the sky,
And scintillant dewdrops, the green of the grass —
They will pass, they will pass, they will pass.

But, glory of honor, the freedom of truth,
The might of the spirit, the breath of our call,
The soul of essentials, eternity's youth,
The essence of beauty, the pity of them all,
The that which did make them the powers unto me, —
They shall be, they shall be, they shall be!