Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
And mighty poets in their misery dead.
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.