We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

Earth is crammed with heavens.