I did not love enough to see in their follies the grain of divine wisdom.
To see a good in evil, and a hope In ill-success; to sympathise, be proud Of their half-reasons, faint aspirings, dim Struggles for truth, their poorest fallacies, Their prejudice and fears and cares and doubts; All with a touch of nobleness, despite Their error, upward tending all though weak.
"I did not see this, I did not love enough to see this, and I failed.
"Therefore let men regard me, who rashly longed to know all for power's sake; and regard Aprile, the poet, who rashly longed for the whole of love for beauty's sake--and regarding both, shape forth a third and better-tempered spirit, in whom beauty and knowledge, love and power, shall mingle into one, and lead Man up to God, in whom all these four are One.

In God alone is the goal.
"Meanwhile I die in peace, secure of attainment.

What I have failed in here I shall attain there.

I have never, in my basest hours, ceased to aspire; God will fulfil my aspiration: If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud.
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom: I shall emerge one day.
You understand me?
I have said enough?
Aprile! Hand in hand with you, Aprile!" And so he dies.
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