THANK God a man can grow!
He is not bound
With earthward gaze to creep along the ground:
Though his beginnings be but poor and low,
Thank God a man can grow!
The fire upon his altars may burn dim,
The torch he lighted may in darkness fail, —
And nothing to rekindle it avail, —
But high beyond his dull horizon’s rim,
Arcturus and the Pleiads beckon him!