No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.
I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.