The crown to? Rather let it deck thy brows,

Man, whom alone a righteousness endows

Would cure the wide world's ailing! Who disputes

Thy claim thereto? Had Spasm more attributes

Than power and knowledge in its gift, before

Man came to pass? The higher that we soar,

The less of moral sense like Man's we find:

No sign of such before,—what comes behind,

Who guesses! But until there crown our sight

The quite new—not the old mere infinite