His beard blown o’er the hairiness

Of his great breast; and clear

His eyes shot speculation out

To catch the truth or quell the doubt.

1. ‘The dreams of Hope, of blue-eyed Hope,

Melt after morn and die in day;

Love’s golden dew-globe, lit aslope,

Dulls with a downward ray;

Canst thou with all thy thought renew

The flying dreams or drying dew?’

2. ‘Not I creator. Hour by hour

I labour without stress or strife

To gain more knowledge, greater power,

A nobler, longer life.

By thought alone we take our stand

Above the world and win command.’

1. ‘Know, Knowledge doth but clip our wings,

And worldly Wisdom weaken worth,

To make us lords of little things,

And worm-gods of the earth.

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