I do what many dream of, all their lives

How good is life, the mere living!

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

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

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.

Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?