Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.

I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

There is nothing ridiculous in love.

Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.