Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
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.
Love is energy of life.
How good is man’s life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
My sun sets to rise again.