It is something in this darker dream demented 
   to have wrestled with its pleasure and its pain: 
it is something to have sinned, and have repented: 
   it is something to have failed, and tried again! 

It is something to have loved the brightest Beauty 
   with no hope of aught but silence for your vow: 
it is something to have tried to do your duty: 
   it is something to be trying, trying now! 

And, in the silent solemn hours, 
   when your soul floats down the far faint flood of time -- 
to think of Earth's lovers who are ours, 
   of her saviours saving, suffering, sublime: 

And that you with THESE may be her lover, 
   with THESE may save and suffer for her sake -- 
IT IS JOY TO HAVE LIVED, SO TO DISCOVER 
   YOU'VE A LIFE YOU CAN GIVE AND SHE CAN TAKE!