The Best Of Life

With soul self-blind Do n't struggle on merely at last to find The best of life, the dream, is left behind. Why desperately! Struggle and strive? after long years to see Substance alone has no reality. To find, alas! The starry glitter in the mountain pass, The light you climbed for is no star, but glass. Help, one and all! Dreamers we need, not workmen, for the wall The Tower of Beauty that shall never fall.