That is better, surer than climbing with bruised feet and bleeding hands to plead with the world for what is mine own. Then straighten out the crumpled length of my hair, and loose all the flowers one by one. God is not unjust. See the pale and solemn army of the night is on the march. Do not let my shivering soul go wailing up for a human love to the throne of the Eternal.
Life is Love, and Love is Eternity.