What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.

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

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.