Live nearest the breasts that glow with the truth,
And welcome it gratefully warm from the heart.
Earth’s elders and sages,
Far off from the place where the springs all start,
Scarce ever can prize
A stream that supplies
A draft less far from its font than their age is.
No deeds can course from as grand a source
As the life of which they in their youth form’d a part.
Naught sparkles as bright