Love for Love And Blood for Blood—the simple golden rule Taught by the elder gods. - Lewis Morris

Call no faith false which e'er has brought
Relief to any laden life,
Cessation to the pain of thought,
Refreshment 'mid the dust of strife.

Life is a chase,
And man the hunter, always following on,
With hounds of rushing thought or fiery sense,
Some hidden truth or beauty, fleeting still
For ever through the thick-leaved coverts deep
And wind-worn wolds of life.

Sweet maidenhood! that to a silvery chime
Of music, and chaste fancies undefiled,
And modest grace and mild
Comëst, best gift of God to men.