1. Though they scatter pearls of glory, yet not scattered they,
Or string the pearls in lines of praise, composed their lay,

2. Each one of us hath need of other, each his friend doth prize,
To me all praise is pleasant, as gifts are to your eyes,

3. Ye were beforehand with me, e'en as I with you,
So we and you have shared the race, your swiftness to pursue.