Fear not, dear friend, but freely live your days
Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,
A lesser life, that what is hers of sky
Gladly would give for you and what of praise.
Step, without trouble, down the sunlit ways.
Try all things resolutely, till the best,
Out of all lesser betters, you shall find;
And we, who have learned greatness from you,
We your lovers, with a still, contented mind,
See you well anchored in some port of rest.
