Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.