On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.
Let weakness learn meekness.
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
Time stoops to no man's lure.
The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.