Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.