It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
My mind is clouded with a doubt.
The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.
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.