Song Made Flesh
The Man with the Hoe, and Other Poems
I have no glory in these songs of mine:If one of them can make a brother strong,It came down from the peaks of the divine—I heard it in the Heaven of Lyric Song.
The one who builds the poem into fact,He is the rightful owner of it all:The pale words are with God's own power packedWhen brave souls answer to their bugle-call.
And so I ask no man to praise my song,But I would have him build it in his soul;For that great praise would make me glad and strong,And build the poem to a perfect whole.