Manhood.

Αδάχϱυν νεμόνταs αϲώνα.

DEAR, noble soul, wisely thy lot thou hearest,
For like a god toiling in earthly slavery,
Fronting thy sad fate with a joyous bravery,
Each darker day a sunnier smile thou wearest.
No grief can touch thy sweet and spiritual smile,
No pain is keen enough that it has power
Over thy childlike love, that all the while
Upon the cold earth builds its heavenly bower;
And thus with thee bright angels make their dwelling,
Bringing thee stores of strength when no man knoweth:
The ocean-stream from God’s.heart ever swelling,
That forth through each least thing in Nature goeth,
In thee, O truest hero, deeper floweth;
With joy I bathe, and many souls beside
Feel a new life in the celestial tide.