Our Lives Seem Filled With Things Of Little Worth; A Thousand Petty Cares Arise Each Day Which Bring Our Soaring Thoughts From Heaven To Earth, Reminding Us That We Have Feet Of Clay; Yet We Will Not From Path Of Duty Stray If We Amidst Them All Cleave To The Right; Nor Great Nor Small Are Actions In His Sight; Through Lowly Vale He Shows Our Feet The Way. Our Early Dreams May Not Be Realized; The Roseate Sky Now Proves Quite Commonplace; The Constellations We So Highly Prized Have Vanished All--Nor Left The Slightest Trace Of Former Glory In Its Azure Face, But High O'Er All Beams Out The Polar Star To Guide Us Safe Through Rock And Sandy Bar; Life Is Complete And Its Cap-Stone Is Grace.