Every work of heart is each a piece of art
Be it poems, sculptures, music or drafts
Each are beautiful and marvolous krafts
Novels that remain throughout their age
Perfect art upon every page
Paintings with stories not written in word
And songs that bless all who heard
Man may say and do the worst
With hateful crimes and words accursed
But while we bring the world to its end
At least we have a heart to descend