Love will conquer at the last.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.