A brotherhood of venerable trees.
With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.