“One thing I learned, which is a part of hope
With me: God knows how willing is man’s soul,
Yet how his life is clouded o’er with doom,
And hindered by innumerable things;
So he will never judge by what I did,
But read my soul, and know thence what I was,
As no man knows me. Yet with tears I go;
For I have loved the green lap of the earth,
Its snowy toppling peaks with golden plumes
Of sunset, or with sullen clouds of storm;