Creates the thing that never was,
the Thing that ever is defies.

The finite Atom infinite
that forms thy circle's centre-dot,
So full-sufficient for itself,
for other selves existing not,

Finds the world mighty as 'tis small;
yet must be fought the unequal fray;
A myriad giants here; and there
a pinch of dust, a clod of clay.

Yes! maugre all thy dreams of peace
still must the fight unfair be fought;
Where thou mayst learn the noblest lore,
to know that all we know is nought.

True to thy Nature, to Thy self,
Fame and Disfame nor hope nor fear:
Enough to thee the small still voice
aye thund'ering in thine inner ear.

From self-approval seek applause:
What ken not men thou kennest, thou!
Spurn ev'ry idol others raise:
Before thine own Ideal bow:

Be thine own Deus: Make self free,
liberal as the circling air: