HENRY THOREAU
| That in my action I may soar as high | |
| As I can now discern with this clear eye. | |
| And, next in value which thy kindness lends, | |
| That I may — greatly — disappoint my friends, | |
| Howe'er they think or hope that it may be, | |
| They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me. | |
| That my weak hand may equal my firm faith, | |
| And my life practise more than my tongue saith; | |
| That my low conduct may not show, | |
| Nor my relenting lines, | |
| That I thy purpose did not know | |
| Or overrated thy designs.” 1 |
THE END
