A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!