read well the time

read well the time(s),
reach deep the mind(s)—
but to your life speak true,

you strike right the heart;
the greatest capital is beauty,
and so just is honest art:

the head of (the) states born bright
from mass collective goodly sight,
a beating meeting it’s height & might
with every soul connected through harmony’s plight

is how we understand each other
when all the world’s words are not enough,
by that good link that makes man a brother—

else good gestures, their notions & motions,
being wrought so fairly through the skies,
remain there, and so far from earthly eyes—

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