A beam in darkness: let it grow.

God and Nature met in light.

That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.

But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.

We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.