Sure as the most certain sure .... plumb in the uprights, well entreated, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery we stand. Clear and sweet is my soul .... and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul, Lack one lacks both .... and the unseen is proved by the seen Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. To elaborate is no avail .... Learned and unlearned feel that it is so.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.