Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.