the eyes of conscience testing every stroke,
to make his deed the measure
of a man.
... he, within,
of his soul, and knew its strength,
and by that silent knowledge, day by day,
was calm'd, ennobled, comforted, sustain'd.
This shows, methinks, God's plan
of a stalwart man,
limbed like the old heroic breeds,
who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth,
not forced to frame excuses for his birth,
fed from within with all the strength he needs.
What is divinity if it can come
only in silent shadows and in dreams? ...
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow, ...
all pleasures and all pains, remembering
the bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measures
destined for her soul.
... can we want obedience then
to him, or possibly his love desert
who formd us from the dust, and plac'd us here
full to the utmost measure
of what bliss
human desires can seek or apprehend?
Some valuing those of their own side or mind,
still make themselves the measure
fondly we think we honour merit then,
when we but praise ourselves in other men.