In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.

All's love, yet all's law.

And gain is gain, however small.

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.