G . Leathem .
The
inner
soul may
learn .
I
cannot put
The
beauty
of my art
into mere
words ;
In
picture
or
in
music set
it
forth ;
I may
suggest and
lighten
— that is
all
.
Before
the
poet
's
eye
there
ever
floats
A
vision
of
a
Land
of
Heart
's
Desire
Utopia
,
Atlantis
,
Tir
-
nam
-
Og
,
Call
it
what name
you will
—
where
one escapes
The
ugliness
and
sordidness
of
life
.
In
mathematics
I
have
found
a
land
Which
jealousy
and meanness
cannot reach
;
A
land
of
ample
sweep
and
vast
expanse
;
Lifeless
and
cold
indeed
,
but beautiful
With
the
calm
beauty
of
the
Buddhist
's
heaven
."
And
then
he
spoke
of
strength
,
Of the keen
sense
of
power
in
Rodin
's
work
Which
furnished
half
the
greatness
of
his
art
.
And
of
the
strength
the mathematician
had
;
How
with
those
subtle
arms dx
,
dy
He reached
the hidden
citadels
of
truth
.
And
how
he
went
exploring
in
his
world
Of space
and
number
,
groping
in
the
dark
,
Finding
the pathways
blocked
on
every
side
,
Till some great thought arising
as
a
sun
,
Would
drive the mists away
and
show
in
front
The
radiant living mountains
of
new
truth
.
I
know
not
if
I
understood
aright
His meaning
,
but
I
saw
upon
his
face
The
rapture
of
a
visionary
inspired
.
And
as
I
went
from
out
the ancient
gate
,
mber
,
Focked
on
a
su
min
front
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