Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.