With me is Wisdom’s name and praise:
With me are Hope, and Knowledge high,
And sacred Fear, and peaceful days.
Be strong all ye that love your God:
He maketh Wisdom to abound
Like Tigris swollen with vernal flood,
Like broad Euphrates harvest-crowned.
Through garden-plots my course I took
To bathe the beds of herb and tree:
Then to a river swelled my brook:—