The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.