THE KASÎDAH IX, 105, 116

Pluck the old woman from thy breast:
 Be stout in woe, be stark in weal;
Do good for Good is good to do:
 Spurn bribe of Heav’en and threat of Hell.

To seek the True, to glad the heart,
 such is of life the HIGHER LAW,
Whose differ’ence is the Man’s degree,
 the Man of gold, the Man of straw.

See not that something in Mankind
 that rouses hate or scorn or strife,
Better the worm of Izrâil
 than Death that walks in form of life.

THE KASÎDAH II, 1, 8

In these drear wastes of sea-born land,
 these wilds where none may dwell but He,
What visionary Pasts revive,
 what process of the Years we see:

Gazing beyond the thin blue line
 that rims the far horizon-ring,
Our sadden’d sight why haunt these ghosts,
 whence do these spectral shadows spring?