Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
Silence 'tis awe decrees.