Oct 302013
Keep white the shining city, nor trod
Our high ideals into the sod,
Parthenon through demos become a clod;
Nor let the muses' dames be domesticated,
By committee voted out of greatness.

Unsoil what history has made sordid:
Noble aims that had been hoarded 
Time out of mind by haughty lords,
Chop to step-stools for our better art
Where each man plays Michelangelo's part.

Climb to crags where eagles nest,
Where forward face by battling wind is pressed;
Gather what glory old inspiration left:
Bright feathers dropped from higher things,
Fit plumage for an eagle's wing.

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