Since we parted yester eve, I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,- One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,-thus much more Than I loved thee, love, before.
There is a pleasure that is born of pain.
In life there are meetings which seem Like a fate.
That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
Life is good, but not life in itself.
No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.