What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
A man in armor is his armor's slave.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
Thought is the soul of act.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.