Look Not Down But Up!

Most Progress Is Most Failure.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!