The four-rivered garden in Asia trod,
And ’neath perfumed shade, in the drouth of day,
Walked and talked with the Hebrew God,
Such friendship was as it first began;
And the first of friends were the God, the Man.
But we twain were not bound by such highborn ties;
Our souls, our minds, and our thoughts were strange,
Our ways were not one, nor our sympathies,
We had severed aims, we had diverse range;
In the stern drear Present his lot was cast,