By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.