Classic Poem

Him only shall peace find
Who plans no more and long hath ceased to sue
Existent only in the flawless mind,
Accounting nothing as his due:

Whose soul hath set aside
Desire and hope; who lives no more in fee,
But looks far forth and casts his spirit wide
On Nature and Eternity:

Who sees this glorious earth—
An open radiance, a script sublime—
Regarding in her elemental mirth
Not now, nor yesterday, but time:

To whom the marvellous sun,
The dædal spectacle of earth and sky,
In endless forms and beauty never done,
The night's slow-moving majesty:

Life's never-flagging tale,
An infinite pursuit, a vast employ,
In lonely brightness far removed from bale,
Bring wonder and sufficient joy.

This is to live in truth,
To plant against the passions' dark control
The spirit's birth-right of immortal youth,
The simple standard of the soul.