The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,—no! - Robert Browning

When is man strong until he feels alone?

What a name! Was it love or praise?
Speech half-asleep or song half-awake?
I must learn Spanish, one of these days,
Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

All service ranks the same with God,—
With God, whose puppets, best and worst,
Are we: there is no last nor first.