I Thought Of Thee, My Partner And My Guide, As Being Past Away. Vain Sympathies! For, Backward, Duddon! As I Cast My Eyes, I See What Was, And Is, And Will Abide; Still Glides The Stream, And Shall For Ever Glide; The Form Remains, The Function Never Dies; While We, The Brave, The Mighty, And The Wise, We Men, Who In Our Morn Of Youth Defied The Elements, Must Vanish; Be It So! Enough, If Something From Our Hands Have Power To Live, And Act, And Serve The Future Hour; And If, As Toward The Silent Tomb We Go, Through Love, Through Hope, And Faith'S Transcendent Dower, We Feel That We Are Greater Than We Know.