Seeing our vanity and foolishness,
When, to our own devices left, we frame
A shameful creed of craft and cruelty.
L. E. L.
If, when the Lord of Glory was in sight,
Thou turn thy back upon that fountain clear,
To bow before the “little drop of light”
Which dim-eyed men call praise and glory here:
What dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn