For thence - a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, - Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale
She looked at him, as one who awakes: The past was a sleep, and her life began
Love, we are in God's hand. / How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead. / So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!
What if we still ride on, we two / With life forever old yet new, / Changed not in kind but in degree, / The instant made eternity - / And heaven just prove that I and she / Ride, ride together, for ever ride?
The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made
Lo, life again knocked laughing at the door! The world goes on, goes ever, in and through, And out again o' the cloud
We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life