Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.

Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.