Better not be at all than not be noble.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

God and Nature met in light.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.