Put forth thy might upon life’s struggling field,
And thou mayst bear the prize away!
THE MAGNET
The good alone are to be loved, adored,
For they are pure
And purity rather draws the eye of man
Than smoky soot, which gums the evil soul
And blacker grows until it doth beseem
Grim Pluto’s loathsome pit, which oft did drive
The Gods that dug’t away.