Never fear to weep; For tears are summer showers to the soul, To keep it fresh and green. - Alfred Austin

I love the doubt, the dark, the fear,
That still surroundeth all things here.
I love the mystery, nor seek to solve;
Content to let the stars revolve,
Nor ask to have their meaning clear.
Enough for me, enough to feel;
To let the mystic shadows steal
Into a land whither I cannot follow.
To see the stealthy sunlight leave
Dewy dingle, dappled hollow;
To watch, when falls the hour of eve,
Quiet shadows on a quiet hill;
To watch, to wonder, and be still.

The Devil is an echo
Of search unsatisfied.

If Man makes Conscience, then being good
Is only being worldly wise,
And universal brotherhood
A comfortable compromise.