What lights would all around us rise!
How would our hearts with wisdom talk,
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!
3We need not bid, for cloistered cell,
Our neighbor and our work farewell,
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky:
4The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves; a road