[What is this lore sublim 
“ Methinks of speech 
A silent faculty ye have to teach 
Submission to the will divine; 
Few are your days, but ye 
Die cheerfully. 
Nor murmur nor repine: 
Ye smilingly fulfil 
Your Maker’s will. 
All meekly bending ’neath the tempest’s 
weight; 
' By pride unvisited, 
Though richly raimented, 
As is a monarch in his robes of state; 
Oh! would vain-glorious man 
Pursue this plan. 
How much might he avoid of envy, strife, 
and hate.” 
