June 10

I am lost before thee, Father! yet I will

Claim of thee my birthright ineffable.

Thou lay'st it on me, son, to claim thee, sire;

To that which thou hast made me, I aspire;

To thee, the sun, upflames thy kindled fire.

No man presumes in that to which he was born;

Less than the gift to claim, would be the giver to scorn.