That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
No work begun shall ever pause for death.
It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.