All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems Omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope, till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

I wish no living thing to suffer pain.