Salt of the large sea-breeze, and the mild stars shining in heaven,
Joy of the free whole body, and wonderful wafts of the spirit?
All a man hath will he give for his life,—but his life for his duty!
This is the touchstone of manhood, the swift and the final election,
Test of the heart that is true to some lofty and ultimate brightness
Secretly set above self; at its blindest, shall God not accept it?
Ah, but how blessed are they,—not summoned by voices misleading,
Lured of the marsh-light, and tricked to the true defence of a falsehood,—
Who with their measure of power, conscious, half-conscious, unconscious,
Work the Eternal Will, in the chaos a force of salvation,