“He drew a circle that shut me out–
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win,
We drew a circle that took him in!”
“Defeat may serve as well as victory
To shake the soul and let the glory out.
When the great oak is straining in the wind,
The boughs drink in new beauty, and the trunk
Sends down a deeper root on the windward side.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief
Can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come
To stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.”