The warming rays of humankind
Divert a portion of themselves
That through a sacred prism pass
Refracting into vibrant us.

We few, we happy few, we band of others--

Whose vision brightens the obscure,
Whose music fills the masses’ throats,
Whose lines fill full the living page, 
Whose brushes paint the human soul:

Let's spread our hues across this splendored world.