That all such machinations

Must and will be counted less

Than Brawn-Studies in great Nature’s realm.

If swept away from Nature’s gentle sway

Too weak to rise and understand

Thy full purpose, and the coming day:—

Then feed, feed on thy kind and kith and kin

Plunge in, into the maelstrom;

Amidst the deaf’ning roar,

Swim ’midst molten masses,