Deem not that prayer or sacrifice
Will ever cause the work to end!
Serene, sufficient, let it rise
Alone; it doth not ask a friend, ©
Nor shall it bend a fatuous knee
To a fantastic deity.
What crest or chrism were so good
To work as Art, the crown upon
Work’s brow? Thy will with love endued
Lift up this loftier Parthenon!
Thine art the consecrative oil
To hallow us the Tower of Toil!
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