All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Once more on my adventure brave and new.

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