Love incites to do and die.
OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM.
What has a child that a man has not,
When “of such is the kingdom” on high?
At play in the home, at work in the school,
Oh, what does he care for the soul, or its rule,
Or for aught that hints of the sky?
Ay, what does he serve but his own desires,
Impell’d by a fancy that toils or tires?