Man hath still either toys or care:
But hath no root, nor to one place is tied,
But ever restless and irregular,
About this earth doth run and ride."

"And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep."

"Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch
Till the white-wing'd reapers come!"

"Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest
And passage through these looms
God order'd motion, but ordain'd no rest."

"They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here."