Non Licida, N' Driope. Lycoris, Lycidas, And Dryope Cannot, Dear Niblo, Save Thy Name From Death; Shadows That Fleet, And Flowers That Yield Their Breath, Match Not The Love That Craves Infinity. The Beauty Thou Dost Worship Dwells In Thee: Within Thy Soul Divine It Harboureth: This Also Bids My Spirit Soar, And Saith Words That Unsphere For Me Heaven'S Harmony. Make Then Thine Inborn Lustre Beam And Shine With Love Of Goodness; Goodness Cannot Fail: From God Alone Let Praise Immense Be Thine. My Soul Is Tired Of Telling O'Er The Tale With Men: She Calls On Thine: She Bids Thee Go Into God'S School With Tablets White As Snow.