Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

There is creation in the eye.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

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

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