Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.

He guides me and the bird. In His good time!

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.

Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?