And if that eye which watches guilt
    And goodness, and hath power to see
    Within the green the moulder’d tree,
And towers fall’n as soon as built–

Oh, if indeed that eye foresee
    Or see (in Him is no before)
    In more of life true life no more
And Love the indifference to be,

Then might I find, ere yet the morn
    Breaks hither over Indian seas,
    That Shadow waiting with the keys,
To shroud me from my proper scorn.