Their faithless faith, and crowns too lightly won.

...

O, yet the memory of one midnight hour!

Would that she knew. Would God that she knew now....

Truer than all his knowledge was that cry;

The cry of the blind life struggling through the dark,

Upward ... the blind brow lifted to the unseen.

He groped along the dark unending way

And saw, although he knew not what he saw,

Out of the struggle of life, a mightier law