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.

I do what many dream of, all their lives

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.