“The woes we feel; the failures we deplore;
Are only means to reach a fairer shore.
When body falls to dust and soul escapes,
The thoughts that grieved fade too, like phantom shapes.
No judge is there to measure out our doom,
Or thrust us into everlasting gloom.
Ourselves we may condemn if we have failed
To do our best. But man has oft bewailed
As sin some harmless deed, and cast no blame
On other acts that should bear stamp of shame.”