Let none who list’n to music grand—
And none who love to read—
And none who gaze on paintings fine—
And none who clap for dance—
Let not one of them look upon
The works of humankind
And tell you that a man cannot
Move mountains with his hands.
Let none who list’n to music grand—
And none who love to read—
And none who gaze on paintings fine—
And none who clap for dance—
Let not one of them look upon
The works of humankind
And tell you that a man cannot
Move mountains with his hands.