Sylvan pupil of history who canst on this way express

To nurture with affection and quietude

To nurture with affection and quietude

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone

Sylvan pupil of history who canst on this way express

Not enjoyment and not sorrow

And the way to throw an unseen net to seize the relaxation

With all its stress and strain

And with it thoughts made mirror

When old age shall this generation waste

humanityBeautiful is the occasion

Of deities or mortals or of both

Of deities or mortals or of both

With all its strain and strain

at the same time as appearance inward drawn sight perception led

To touch with love and care of all

Since just by climbing

With all its stress and strain

Residue thou craftsmanship to clean returnest

I have a choice to make