Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

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.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

A minute of success pays for years of failure.