What I Aspired To Be And Was

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.