Reason grasps to hold heaven dear,
 But keeps hell’s keys all the more near:
 Soon to reveal astounding truth;
 Soon to empty the soul of ruth.
 Imagination’s feelings deep
 May often plunge to Hades’ keep,
 Our lives with suffering make rife,
 By false myth and constant strife.
 But also maternal love and care,
 Comradery and dealings fair,
 Come likewise from this richest root.
 Intellect is no source but must loot
 All our hidden stores to move
 Our lives with humane and warmest love.
 For Reason is the umpire of life’s game,
 But the players are all in Affection’s name.

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