English poem
Three Things
There are three things of Earth That help us more Than those of heavenly birth That all implore-- Than Love or Faith or Hope, For which we strive and grope.
The first one is Desire,-- Who takes our hand And fills our hearts with fire None may withstand;-- Through whom we’re lifted far Above both moon and star.
The second one is Dream,-- Who leads our feet By an immortal gleam To visions sweet;-- Through whom our forms put on Dim attributes of dawn.
The last of these is Toil,-- Who maketh true, Within the world’s turmoil The other two;-- Through whom we may behold Ourselves with kings enrolled.