Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.

For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.

We cannot make bargains for blisses, / Nor catch them like fishes in nets; / And sometimes the thing our life misses, / Helps more than the thing which it gets.

Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment.

Nothing in this low and ruined world bears the meek impress of the Son of God so surely as forgiveness.

I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men.