So Time will give us what we earn Who flaunt the handful for the whole, And leave us all that we may learn Who read the surface for the soul; And we’ll be steering to the goal, For we have said so to our sons: When we who ride can pay the toll, Time humors the far-seeing ones. Down to our nose’s very end We see, and are invincible,-- Too vigilant to comprehend The scope of what we cannot sell; But while we seem to know as well As we know dollars, or our skins, The Titan may not always tell Just where the boundary begins. Transcriber’s Notes • Italic text represtented with _underscores_. • Small caps converted to ALL CAPS. • Duplicated titles from title pages removed. • Footnote relocated to the end of the relevant poem. • Obvious typographic errors silently corrected.