Ode to Duty by William Wordsworth. Part 3 of 4. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control, But in the quietness of thought; Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same. Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead’s most benignant grace; Nor know we any thing so fair As is the smile upon thy face; Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.