Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.

The thrall in person may be free in soul

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.