Inhales the hour.
3 In man, O morn! a loftier good,
With conscious blessing, fills the soul,—
A life by reason understood,
Which metes the whole.
4 To thousand tasks of fruitful hope,
With skill against his toil, he bends,
And finds his work’s determined scope
Where’er he wends.
5 From earth and earthly toil and strife