Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
All's love, yet all's law.
No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.
I do what many dream of, all their lives
Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.