In placid hours well-pleased we dream Of many a brave unbodied scheme. But form to lend, pulsed life create, What unlike things must meet and mate: A flame to melt -- a wind to freeze; Sad patience -- joyous energies; Humility -- yet pride and scorn; Instinct and study; love and hate; Audacity -- reverence. These must mate, And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart, To wrestle with the angel -- Art.
Dawn rain has washed the city of its dust; The refreshed hotel willows tremble in a gust. My friendly advice, you dry up another glass, You have no acquaintance beyond The Jade Gate Pass.
Men say they know many things; But lo! they have taken wings, -- The arts and sciences, And a thousand appliances; The wind that blows Is all that any body knows.
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