Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
We are but as the instrument of Heaven.
That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
In life there are meetings which seem Like a fate.
Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?