Love is the energy of life.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

Man's reach much exceed his grasp, or what is heaven for?

Each life unfulfilled, you see;It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by faith, For one of faith diversified by doubt: We called the chess-board white-we call it black.

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.

That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were.

I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.