Through the dull dust of earth, with downcast eyes
And drooping brow, where Shame and Grief usurp
Calm Honor’s throne!—be noble, truthful, brave;
Love Honor more than Love, and more than me;
Be all thou wert ere the world came between
Thee and thy God.
Hear’st thou my spirit pleading
With suppliant, claspéd hands to thine, dear love?
Degrade her not, but let thy stronger soul
Soar with her to the seraph’s realm of light.