I am no worm of earth, to crawl or lie
Upon the surface, deeming it my home
Or constant place of habitation.
Have in my form a secret pow'r to roam
In mental fancy through the universe,
And feel a freedom in my reasoning mind:
Led on by Hope, I bid doubt's clouds disperse,
For the Divinity is in mankind.
Why then should I, in actions like the worm,
Think my surroundings masters of my way,
When I possess—if but the smallest germ—
The power to guide me to Eternal Day?
Thus life, with love in it, shall ever be
A proof my aims are for eternity.