Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.

Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.

The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.