Then let not pressure's heavy hand embrace
in thee thy feelings ere thou be fulfilled;
make haste some moments, treasure time's soft face,
with beauty's pleasure ere thou can be stilled.
And resting wisdom, freedom and glory,
resembling strong pride in this weary age;
let capture sweetly life's tree's own story,
quilled singleness, each part upon thy page.
Pay homage to this old heavenly sight,
serving with strength, its presence revealing
and having climbed the branches with gracious flight
from thy low tread to heights more appealing.
Where peace resides friendly in warmth of sway,
thou shouldst spend thoughts with its beauty today.
