To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.