The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.