In placid hours well-pleased we dream br Of many a brave unbodied scheme. br But form to lend, pulsed life create, br What unlike things must meet and mate: br A flame to melt--a wind to freeze; br Sad patience--joyous energies; br Humility--yet pride and scorn; br Instinct and study; love and hate; br Audacity--reverence. These must mate, br And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart, br To wrestle with the angel--Art.