To Teach The Grey Earth Like A Child, To Bid The Heavens Repent, I Only Ask From Fate The Gift Of One Man Well Content. Him Will I Find: Though When In Vain I Search The Feast And Mart, The Fading Flowers Of Liberty, The Painted Masks Of Art. I Only Find Him At The Last, On One Old Hill Where Nod Golgotha'S Ghastly Trinity-- Three Persons And One God.