III

All Virtues from the longing of the soul;

From wisdom, gained by sorrow through long ages;

From inspiration of the bards, in rages

That inter-marrying maniacs control

A people's life, and drain its sea to shoal,

And from the vision of sky-topping sages,

Gasping for breath from rot in all its stages,—

Aye, these and new-born Genius loom there Whole.

Look, People! Little less than God's own size,

Your virtues merge and, with speed God-ward, burn,

An unconsuming sun, that at no turn

In spiral flight, for still a grander rise,

Lets night advance where human Rights still yearn,

Except with great, new stars and dawning skys!