There is a glory of the Sun
    (’Pity it passeth soon!)
But those whose work is nearer done
    Look, rather, towards the Moon.

There is a glory of the Moon
    When the hot hours have run;
But such as have not touched their noon
    Give worship to the Sun.

There is a glory of the Stars,
    Perfect on stilly ways;
But such as follow present wars
    Pursue the Comet’s blaze.

There is a glory in all things;
    But each must find his own,
Sufficient for his reckonings,
    Which is to him alone.