When from the moulding hand complete
Man sprung to being, soul and mind,
With varying qualities replete,
With passions fierce or instinct kind.
Each impulse then to him was given,
All motives then did springing grow,
To shape his course or rough or even.
To guide his steps or high or low.
First in the garden of the soul
Ambition, soaring bird, took wing;
Hers was a flight to mock control.
And past all curbing bounds to spring.
Next love of fame a home here found—
On high she looked with steady gaze;
Her pride to make a world resound.
And win, for aye, unrivalled praise.