Quote#Self
All hatred driven hence
Quote byWilliam Butler Yeats · 1865–1939
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Prayer For My Daughter, St. 9.
English (original)
All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will; She can, though every face should scowl And every windy quarter howl Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
— William Butler Yeats
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