The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.