Man, oh, not men! a chain of linkèd thought,
  Of love and might to be divided not,
  Compelling the elements with adamantine stress;
  As the sun rules even with a tyrant's gaze
  The unquiet republic of the maze
  Of planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness:

  Man, one harmonious soul of many a soul,
  Whose nature is its own divine control,
  Where all things flow to all, as rivers to the sea;
  Familiar acts are beautiful through love;
  Labor, and pain, and grief, in life's green grove
  Sport like tame beasts; none knew how gentle they could be!

  His will, with all mean passions, bad delights,
  And selfish cares, its trembling satellites,
  A spirit ill to guide, but mighty to obey,
  Is as a tempest-wingèd ship, whose helm
  Love rules, through waves which dare not overwhelm,
  Forcing life's wildest shores to own its sovereign sway.