Scan the profile of the sphere;
Knew they what that signified,
A new genesis were here.



INTELLECT

Go, speed the stars of Thought
On to their shining goals;--
The sower scatters broad his seed;
The wheat thou strew'st be souls.



GIFTS

Gifts of one who loved me,--
'T was high time they came;
When he ceased to love me,
Time they stopped for shame.


PROMISE

In countless upward-striving waves
The moon-drawn tide-wave strives;
In thousand far-transplanted grafts
The parent fruit survives;
So, in the new-born millions,