Classic Poem

Not all are called to service
At the altar-stone of Art, —
To give a soul to color,
To give to clay a heart,
To melt the mind with music
Or words that stand apart.

But one wide door is open
The waiting world to reach:
With sound and poise and rhythm
To thrill the ear of each;
'Tis yours if you will seek it —
The art of noble speech.