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.

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!

What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own; Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

Attain the unattainable.