to-day we go forth separate, some of us to pleasure, some of us to worship, some upon duty. go with us, our guide and angel; hold thou before us in our divided paths the mark of our low calling, still to be true to what small best we can attain to. help us in that, our maker, the dispenser of events — thou, of the vast designs, in which we blindly labour, suffer us to be so far constant to ourselves and our beloved.