I have not loved the World, nor the World me,—

But let us part fair foes; I do believe,

Though I have found them not, that there may be

Words which are things,—hopes which will not deceive,

And Virtues which are merciful, nor weave

Snares for the failing; I would also deem

O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve—[kz] [24.B.]

That two, or one, are almost what they seem,—

That Goodness is no name—and Happiness no dream.