And Let Them Pass, As

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To Be.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.