Look at the earth-feuds as exceeding small!
And now there float to me some words of cheer,
From yonder region where the sun goes down;
From kindred souls, whose presence would be dear—
From the loved living of my native town!
To prove once more an old truth it may serve,
That God e'er gives men more than they deserve,
That 'mid the struggles of your lofty aim,
You look this way and call to me by name.