A wide God-knowledge poured down from above, A new world-knowledge broadened from within... He saw the cosmic forces at their work And felt the occult impulse behind man's will. Time's secrets were to him an oft-read book. ... One and harmonious by the Maker's skill, The human in him paced with the divine. ... A genius heightened in his body's cells That knew the meaning of his fate-hedged works Akin to the march of unaccomplished Powers Beyond life's arc in spirit's immensities. Apart he lived in his mind’s solitude, A demigod shaping the lives of men: One soul's ambition lifted up the race; A Power worked, but none knew whence it came. ... Immeasurable by the common look, He made great dreams a mould for coming things And cast his deeds like bronze to front the years. His walk through Time outstripped the human stride.