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

Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

What rights are those that dare not resist for them?

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.