From the morning-land of hope
Come, with viewless footsteps, crushing
Dreams that make the wing'd ones grope.
Socrates, the keen, the truthful,
In thy hoary wisdom youthful;
Smiling, fear-defying spirit,
From beside thy Grecian waves,
Teach us Norsemen to inherit
Thoughts whose dawn is life to graves.
Rome's Aurelius, thou the holy