Come with me then, my son;        Thine eyes are wide for truth: And I will give thee memories,        And thou shalt give me youth. The lake laps in silver,        The streamlet leaps her length: And I will give thee wisdom,        And thou shalt give me strength. The mist is on the moorland,        The rain roughs the reed: And I will give thee patience,        And thou shalt give me speed. When lightnings lash the skyline        Then thou shalt learn thy part: And when the heav’ns are direst,      …