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
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
All Life needs for life is possible to will.
Attain the unattainable.
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.