The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.
For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.