That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it; This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundreds soon hit; This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That has the world hereshould he need the next, Let the world mind him! This throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him.
We shall march prospering,not thro his presence; Songs may inspirit us,not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire.