EXPERIENCE THE lords of life, the lords of life, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Among the legs of his guardians tall, COMPENSATION THE wings of Time are black and white, The lonely Earth amid the balls That hurry through the eternal halls, Or compensatory spark, Shoots across the neutral Dark. Man's the elm, and Wealth the vine; And power to him who power exerts. And all that Nature made thy own, POLITICS GOLD and iron are good Aught above its rate. Fear, Craft and Avarice Cannot rear a State. Out of dust to build What is more than dust, Walls Amphion piled Phoebus stablish must. When the Muses nine With the Virtues meet, By green orchard boughs |