High-born and fearless-souled and free;—
That tasting to satiety
Her hollow sweets he proudly turn'd,
And did rebel and curse her then;
And then did stoop and from the sod
Pluck this one flower for his breast,
Then turn to solitude for rest,
And turn from man in search of God.
And as to that, I reckon it
But right, but Christian-like and just,