O hidden, O perfect, O desired, the first and the final fair!—
and gives it impassioned expression in the lines, “Deo Optimo Maximo,”
All else for use, one only for desire;
Thanksgiving for the good, but thirst for Thee:
Up from the best, whereof no man need tire,
Impel Thou me.
Delight is menace, if Thou brood not by,
Power a quicksand, Fame a gathering jeer.
Oft as the morn, (though none of earth deny
These three are dear,)