O may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence: live in pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn for miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, and with their mild persistence
Urge man's search to vaster issues. So to live in Heaven;
To make undying music in the World!
