Or those which patient bear man’s heavy yoke,
Or those which minister to our delight,
By giving food, or bearing friend to friend.
I love mankind—though I would keep afar
From those whose minds are meanly chain’d to earth,
Unless they’d listen to my pleading voice,
Telling of things all fair and beautiful.
I love with all my heart, a little child,
Pure, fresh, and beauteous in its early bloom—
A blossom soon to shed its fragrance far,