I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything.
Everything we look upon is blest.
-- W. B. Yeats
from W. B. Yeats: Romantic Visionary,
"A Dialogue of Self and Soul", II