Give All To Love; Obey Thy Heart; Friends, Kindred, Days, Estate, Good-Fame, Plans, Credit And The Muse,-- Nothing Refuse. 'T Is A Brave Master; Let It Have Scope: Follow It Utterly, Hope Beyond Hope: High And More High It Dives Into Noon, With Wing Unspent, Untold Intent; But It Is A God, Knows Its Own Path And The Outlets Of The Sky. It Was Never For The Mean; It Requireth Courage Stout. Souls Above Doubt, Valor Unbending, It Will Reward,-- They Shall Return More Than They Were, And Ever Ascending. Leave All For Love; Yet, Hear Me, Yet, One Word More Thy Heart Behoved, One Pulse More Of Firm Endeavor,-- Keep Thee To-Day, To-Morrow, Forever, Free As An Arab Of Thy Beloved. Cling With Life To The Maid; But When The Surprise, First Vague Shadow Of Surmise Flits Across Her Bosom Young, Of A Joy Apart From Thee, Free Be She, Fancy-Free; Nor Thou Detain Her Vesture'S Hem, Nor The Palest Rose She Flung From Her Summer Diadem. Though Thou Loved Her As Thyself, As A Self Of Purer Clay, Though Her Parting Dims The Day, Stealing Grace From All Alive; Heartily Know, When Half-Gods Go. The Gods Arrive.