With bright rays playing joyously.
When through the noisy city’s way
I hurry onwards, in distraction,
The old men to the children say,
With smile of selfish satisfaction—
“Behold, from him a warning take!
He was too proud with us to dwell;
The fool! That God through his lips spake—
This was the tale he strove to tell.
“Look, children! on him cast your eyes!