Faultless to a fault.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
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.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.