The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

O last regret, regret can die!

What rights are those that dare not resist for them?

And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.

It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.