Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Why stay on the earth except to grow.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!