An intellectual hatred is the worst.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,So let her think opinions are accursed.

Out of Ireland have we come.Great hatred, little room,Maimed us at the start.

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,The soul recovers radical innocenceAnd learns at last that it is self-delighting,Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will.

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.