If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.