Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.

Small service is true service, while it lasts.

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

How is it that you live, and what is it you do?

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all.