We deeply quaff at the rare desert founts,
And so plod on to fair oases green,
Where rustling palms nod to the welcome wind—
While with the sun of our own minds we shine
On planetary minds, and light, and cheer,
And lead then to a loftier, brighter end.
All this is well: So let the creature’s wish
Circle its scanty orbit round and round
With borrowed light from the Creator’s will.”
Then I again:—“We are but merest drops