Earth smiles, as Eden smiled on Adam;
With God and angels for companions,
Man—little lower than the angels—
Receives the truth as it was given
Once—face to face, and fresh from heaven.
In the noontide of existence,
With bathed brow and stalwort limb,
Man, singing, struggles for subsistence
For those in sin begot by him,
Rejoices in those human frailties