But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
Who knows most, doubts most.
O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.