13.
Our destiny is that which is our God's,
Who has so many ages gone before;
The heights sublime whence he now smiling nods
One day we all shall reach, though great the odds
Now stretching out from hence to that bright shore;
For time and space are nothing; the same laws
That governed him, unfolding evermore
Those sprang from him, still working without pause,
Must lift us to his plane, as end doth follow cause.