Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.
But facts are facts and flinch not.
Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.