Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
Look not down but up!
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.
He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.