All is light

The pastime of light minds Is mocking others' grief.

Greece and the world are Rome's: her stars prevail; But our complexion shifts not with the gale. When ONE against a NATION plays his life, He bears from hosts the glory of the strife: Until the hero's godlike race be run I shall be loyal …

Who shuns offence and holds with neither side, Who dreads the deep and never dares to swim, Who fears to trip and never tries to run, May yet in walking stumble.

The Gods are not of Rome or Italy: They dwell in earth's abyss or with the stars, Their shrines are where we bring heroic hearts.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so:—

And also there’s a little star So white a virgin’s it must be:— Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven Hangs out to light the way for me.