text:  But who the God to whom we bring The earliest tribute song can treasure? Him first of all the Gods we sing Whose blessing to ourselves is--pleasure! For boots it on the votive shrine That Ceres life itself bestows Or liberal Bacchus gives the wine That through the glass in purple glows-- If still there come not from the heaven The spark that sets the hearth on flame; If to the soul no fire is given And the sad heart remain the same? Sudden as from the clouds must fall As from the lap of God our bliss-- And still the mightiest lord of all Monarch of Time the MOMENT is! Since endless Nature first began Whate'er of might the mind hath wrought-- Whate'er of Godlike comes from Man Springs from one lightning-flash of thought! For years the marble block awaits The breath of life beneath the soil-- A happy thought the work creates A moment's glance rewards the toil