Our daysprings and our timeless dead
    Ordained for us and still control
Lives sundered at the fountain-head,
    And distant, now, as Pole from Pole.

Yet, dwelling thus, these worlds apart,
    When we encounter each is free
To bare that larger, liberal heart
    Our kin and neighbours seldom see.

(Custom and code compared in jest—
    Weakness delivered without shame—
And certain common sins confessed
    Which all men know, and none dare blame.)

E’en so it is, and well content
    It should be so a moment’s space,
Each finds the other excellent,
    And—runs to follow his own race!