The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.