This is life to come, —Which martyred men have made more gloriousFor us who strive to follow. May I reachThat purest heaven, — be to other soulsThe cup of strength in some great agony,Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love,Beget the smiles that have no cruelty,Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,And in diffusion ever more intense!So shall I join the choir invisibleWhose music is the gladness of the world.~ George Eliot ~