heedless--
Woe unto them!--for while ever their hands are grasping at
good things,
Blind are their eyes, yea, stopped are their ears to God's Law
universal,
Calling through wise disobedience to live the life that is noble.
This they mark not, but heedless of right, turn each to his
own way,
Here, a heart fired with ambition, in strife and straining
unhallowed;
There, thrusting honour aside, fast set upon getting and gaining;
Others again given over to lusts and dissolute softness,
Working never God's Law, but that which wareth upon it.

Nay, but, O Giver of all things good, whose home is the dark cloud,
Thou that wields Heaven's bolt, save men from their
ignorance grievous;
Scatter its night from their souls, and grant them to come to
that Wisdom
Wherewithal, sistered with Justice, Thou rulest and governest
all things;
That we, honoured by Thee, may requite Thee with worship and
honour,
Evermore praising thy works, as is meet for men that shall perish;
Seeing that none, be he mortal or God, hath privilege nobler
Than without stint, without stay, to extol Thy Law universal.