" To burn with one clear flame, to stand erect 



In natural honour, not to bend, the knee 



In -profitless prostrations whose effect 



Is by itself condemned, what alchemy 



Can teach me this P What herb Medea brewed 



Will bring the unexultant 'peace of essence not subdued" 



" This, too, I had to learn I thank Thee Lord- 

 To lie crushed down in darkness and the -pit 

 To lose all heart and hope and yet to work" 



