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.

An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of plenty's horn, Becaus…

Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible.

To be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief. If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the…

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord,-till perfect Day shall shine Through Peace to Light.

They came to the Delectable Mountains.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, 'O Soul, make merry and carouse, Dear soul, for all is well.'