THE MAN.
You’re sent to be their beacon-light,
But be the numbers as you choose,
Here is no need to closely scan;
For here I stand, one only Man,
And bid you: Leave us, if you can!
I have a soul I would not lose,
Like others; books I cannot use,
You bore me from the depths below,—
Try if you now can let me go!
You cannot,-I so closely grip,
My soul were lost if I should slip
Farewell; I look to learn at last;
My priest by me-and God-stands fast.
[Goes.]