I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men!

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.