 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
III—“KEEP PURE THY SOUL”
Keep pure thy soul!Then shalt thou take the whole
Of delight;
Then, without a pang,
Thine shall be all of beauty whereof the poet sang—
The perfume, and the pageant, the melody, the mirth
Of the golden day, and the starry night;
Of heaven, and of earth.
O, keep pure thy soul!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |