A minute of success pays for years of failure.
The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
Truth never hurt the teller.