Love is energy of life.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
All service is the same with God.
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.