PART III 



WINTER 



" Yet in spite of all disquietudes 



In spite of doubt, despondency, and death 



Though lacking knowledge alway, lacking faith 



Sometimes, and hope ; with no sure trust in aught 



Except a kind of impetus within, 



Whose sole credentials were that trust itself; 



Tet, in despite of much, in lack of more, 



Life has been beautiful to me . . ." 



