In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand,

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

Who, Noteless As The Race From Which He Sprung, Saved Others' Names, But Left His Own Unsung.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

Like The Dew On The Mountain, Like The Foam On The River, Like The Bubble On The Fountain, Thou Art Gone, And For Ever!