Too Much Beauty, I Reckon,

O Brave Poets, Keep Back Nothing; Nor Mix Falsehood With The Whole! Look Up Godward! Speak The Truth In Worthy Song From Earnest Soul! Hold, In High Poetic Duty, Truest Truth The Fairest Beauty.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

Get Work, Get Work; Be Sure 'tis Better Than What You Work To Get.

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.

Beloved, Let Us Live So Well Our Work Shall Still Be Better For Our Love, And Still Our Love Be Sweeter For Our Work.