Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
And gain is gain, however small.
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
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!