Worthless, The Man Who Works - He Knows Not Why, Whom Naught Inspires To His Puny Plan, Who Seeming Plays His Part Instinctively: Soulless, And Falsely Designated "Man." Wicked, Who Works From Wish Of Worldly Gain, - His Soul Surrendered To Th'Accurs'D Lust Of Pleasure Partial, Briefly To Remain, Of Treasure Liable To Moth And Rust. Foolish And Vain Is He Whose Motive - Fame, Ruled By Desire Of Honor And Renown; And Fondly Courting Fortune'S Fickle Dame, - To-Day She Smiles, To-Morrow She Will Frown. But Virtuous, Noble, Prompted From Above, Preluding Now The Perfect Life Again, Is He, Whose Only Inspiration, Love, Love To His God And To His Fellow-Men. For Love Is Naught But God'S Own Nature, Given, In Partial Measure, Down To Man To Come; The Sole Delight Of Earth, The Key To Heaven; Of All The Virtues, Centre, Source, And Sum.