I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.

There's no glory like those who save their country.