Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us read more

And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.

O world as God has made it! All is beauty.

O world as God has made it! All is beauty.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
As, read more

Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
As, God be thanked! I do not.