The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

All Good Things Are Ours, Nor Soul Helps Flesh More, Now, Than Flesh Helps Soul!

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.