The pigmy hands, eyes, head God gave
A giant’s are become.
But tho’ to this height sublime
By labour he hath clomb,
One summit he hath to climb,
One deep the more to plumb—
To rede himself and rule himself,
And so to reach the sum.
1898.
The pigmy hands, eyes, head God gave
A giant’s are become.
But tho’ to this height sublime
By labour he hath clomb,
One summit he hath to climb,
One deep the more to plumb—
To rede himself and rule himself,
And so to reach the sum.
1898.