I see that power is not in art

I see that power is not in art,
Nor name nor place essential part
Of life's reality and glory;
The strength of life is the health of heart.

If man but lived the pure white truth,
As lives the lily tender ruth,
The earth were Paradise to-morrow,
The Christ, unveiled, would be here in sooth.

The worldly wise, he does not heed,--
What love sees true is true indeed!
Immortal blooms this hardy blossom,
And deathless fruits in a deathless creed.