Chapter 41

And should the twilight darken into night, And sorrow grow to anguish, be thou strong; Thou art in God, and nothing can go wrong Which a fresh life-pulse cannot set aright. That thou dost know the darkness, proves the light. Weep if thou wilt, but weep not all too long; Or weep and work, for work will lead to song. But search thy heart, if, hid from all thy sight, There lies no cause for beauty's slow decay; If for completeness and diviner youth, And not for very love, thou seek'st the truth; If thou hast learned to give thyself away For love's own self, not for thyself, I say: Were God's love less, the world were lost, in sooth!