Life is too grim with anxious, eating care br To cherish what is best. Our souls are scarred br By daily agonies, and our conscience marred br By petty tyrannies that waste and wear. br Why is this human fate so hard to bear? br Could we but live with hill-lakes silver-starred, br Or where the eternal silence leaneth toward br The awful front of nature, waste and bare: br br Then might we, brothers to the lofty thought br And inward self-communion of her dream, br Into that closer kin with love be brought, br Where mighty hills and woods and waters, wan, br Moon-paved at midnight or godlike at dawn, br Hold all earth's aspirations in their gleam.