Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1635/Whithersoever
Whatever haps shall come to you and me.
What sunshines and what shadows, what delights
And what strange anguish, what long-during nights
What hours of vision when we seem to see
Something of meaning round us, and what glooms,
Sight-foiling, when an unstarr'd prospect dooms
Whate'er shall come, friend, yet will we not fear;
For we will aye to our own selves be true —
True to our higher selves all life-time through;
Not murmuring creeds unvital, but agreed
To search for truth, where'er the search shall lead.
|J. W. Hales.|