The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.
Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart
College is a refuge from hasty judgment.
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?