The law that we return from whence we came,
May for the flowers, beasts, and most men remain;
If for ourselves, we ask not nor complain:
But for a being that demands the name
We highest deem—a Person and a Soul—
It troubles us that this should be the whole.
III
To see the rich autumnal tint depart,
And view the fading of the roseate glow
That veils some Alpine altitude of snow,