And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.