Old men, and look upon the sky!

The Power Divine is on the earth:

Give thanks to God before ye die!

12. And ye, O children worn and weak!

Who care no more with flowers to play,

Lean on the grass your cold, thin cheek,

And those slight hands, and whispering, say,

13. “Stern Mother of a race unblest,

“In promise kindly, cold in deed,—

“Take back, O Earth, into thy breast,