Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Love is the only gold.