Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned.




Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.



An intellectual hatred is the worst.







Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.