Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive

Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains: Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Love That in man leap to light in intelligent fountains?

If you will observe, it doesn’t take A man of giant mould to make A giant shadow on the wall; And he who in our daily sight Seems but a figure mean and small, Outlined in Fame’s illusive light,

Darius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man’s dominion, And that, with paddle or fin or pinion, We soon or late Shall navigate The azure, as now we sail the sea.

For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty, And all my ways are dewy wet With pleasant duty.

The birds can fly, An' why can't I?

Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.