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Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
Truth is within ourselves.
Are there not, dear Michal,
Two points in the adventure of the diver,--
One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge;
One, when a prince he rises with his pearl?
Festus, I plunge.
God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
Error has no end.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung
To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Every joy is gain
And gain is gain, however small.
Jove strikes the Titans down
Not when they set about their mountain-piling
But when another rock would crown the work.
The peerless cup afloat
Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph
Swims bearing high above her head.
I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.
Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
Say not "a small event!" Why "small"?
Costs it more pain that this ye call
A "great event" should come to pass
From that? Untwine me from the mass
Of deeds which make up life, one deed
Power shall fall short in or exceed!
God's in his heaven:
All's right with the world.
Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,--
Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.
In the morning of the world,
When earth was nigher heaven than now.
All service ranks the same with God,--
With God, whose puppets, best and worst,
Are we: there is no last nor first.
I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,--Nature's good
And God's.
I judge people by what they might be,--not are, nor will be.
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
When the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
The sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.
Rafael made a century of sonnets.
