A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
How good is life, the mere living!
Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.
Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.