Soon is the night of our faring to regions unknown,
There not to flinch at the challenge suddenly thrown
By the great process of Being ~ daily to see
The utmost that life has of horror and yet to be
Calm and the masters of fear.
Aware that the soul
Lives as a part and alone for the weal of the whole,
So shall the mind be free from the pain of regret,
Vain and enfeebling, firm in each venture, and yet
Brave not as those who despair, but keen to maintain,
Though not assured, hope in beneficent pain.
Hope that the truth of the world is not what appears,
Hope in the triumph of man for the price of his tears.