Can every anguish calmly bear. 
I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still.
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares. 
He who for love hath undergoneThe worst that can befall,
Is happier thousandfold than one
Who never loved at all.
A man's best things are nearest him,Lie close about his feet.
Love will always be the most powerful force.
The virtue lies in the struggle, not the prize. 
Grand Thoughts that never can be wearied out,Showing the unreality of Time.
