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

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold

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.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.