Edgar Lee Masters

Who bequeathed to Chicago a School of Music.

SO in Pieria, from the wedded bliss

Of Time and Memory, the Muses came

To be the means of rich oblivion,

And rest from cares. And when the Thunderer

Took heaven, then the Titans warred on him

For pity of mankind. But the great law,

Which is the law of music, not of bread,

Set Atlas for a pillar, manacled

His brother to the rocks in Scythia,

And under Aetna fixed the furious Typhon.

So should thought rule, not force. And Amphion,

Pursuing justice, entered Thebes and slew

His mother’s spouse; but when he would make sure

And fortify the city, then he took

The lyre that Hermes gave, and played, and watched

The stones move and assemble, till a wall

Engirded Thebes and kept the citadel

Beyond the reach of arrows and of fire.

What other power but harmony can build

A city, and what gift so magical

As that by which a city lifts its walls?

So men, in years to come, shall feel the power

Of this man moving through the high-ranged thought

Which plans for beauty, builds for larger life.

The stones shall rise in towers to answer him.