Can We Love But On Condition That

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

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

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.

Finds Progress, Man's Distinctive Mark Alone, Not God's, And Not The Beast's; God Is, They Are, Man Partly Is, And Wholly Hopes To Be.