A higher hand must make her mild.
⁠If all be not in vain; and guide
⁠Her footsteps, moving side by side
With wisdom, like the younger child:

For she is earthly of the mind,
⁠But wisdom heavenly of the soul.
⁠O, friend, who camest to thy goal
So early, leaving me behind,

I would the great world grew like thee,
⁠Who grewest not alone in power
⁠And knowledge, but from hour to hour
In reverence and in charity.