Yes, my Prince was such as they, Part of gold, and part of clay, ⁠Though his metal shone as bright, ⁠And his dross was hid from sight. He who brighte… - Edmund Clarence Stedman

At last the god cometh! The air runs over with splendor; The fire leaps high on the altar; Melodious thunders shake the ground. Hark to the Delphic responses! Hark! it is the god!

O, our feeble tests of greatness! Look for one so calm of soul As to take the even chalice of his life and drink the whole. Noble deeds are held in honor, but the wide world sorely needs Hearts of patience to unravel this, — the worth of common deeds.

The Vestal, with her silvery content,
⁠The Lesbian, with the passion and the pain, — Which creature hath their one Creator lent
⁠More light of heaven? Who would dare restrain
The beams of either? who the radiance mar
Of the white planet or the burning star?