And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

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.

A day may sink or save a realm.

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.

Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.

I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.