I am content to follow to its source  
  Every event in action or in thought;  
  Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!  
  When such as I cast out remorse  
  So great a sweetness flows into the breast  
  We must laugh and we must sing,  
  We are blest by everything,  
  Everything we look upon is blest.
II, st. 4 - The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933) - A Dialogue of Self and Soul























