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: Thy Thought to thee an Empire be; break every prison’ing lock and bar:

Do thou the Ought to self aye owed; here all the duties meet and blend, In widest sense, withouten care of what began, for what shall end.

Thus, as thou view the Phantom-forms which in the misty Past were thine, To be again the thing thou wast with honest pride thou may’st decline;

And, glancing down the range of years, fear not thy future self to see; Resign’d to life, to death resign’d, as though the choice were nought to thee