White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.

Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.