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We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone, Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought, And in the forms of gods and heroes wroughtEternal beauty from the sculptured stone,-A higher charm than modern culture won With all the wealth of metaphysic lore, Gifted to analyze, dissect, explore.A many-colored light flows from one sun:Art, 'neath its beams, a motley thread has spun; The prism modifies the perfect day;But thou hast known such mediums to shun, And cast once more on life a pure white ray.Absorbed in the creations of thy mind,Forgetting daily self, my truest self I find.

© Fuller Margaret