Fire, without burning;
Doubt never set at rest,
Stifle or falter it;
Good, that was not the best—
Yet, would you alter it?
Yet, would you tread again
All the road over?
Face the old joy and pain—
Hemlock and clover?
Fire, without burning;
Doubt never set at rest,
Stifle or falter it;
Good, that was not the best—
Yet, would you alter it?
Yet, would you tread again
All the road over?
Face the old joy and pain—
Hemlock and clover?