Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.