How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

For I Say This Is Death And The Sole Death,- When A Man's Loss Comes To Him From His Gain, Darkness From Light, From Knowledge Ignorance, And Lack Of Love From Love Made Manifest.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

All's Love, Yet All's Law.

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.