These things underlie all the poems in _Ferishtah's Fancies_ and the _Parleyings with Certain People_, and give to them the uplifted, noble trumpet note with which at times they are animated.

The same temper and principle, the same view of humanity emerge in that fine lyric which is the Epilogue to _Ferishtah's Fancies_, and in the Epilogue to _Asolando_.
The first sees a vision of the present and the future in which all the battle of our life passes into a glorious end; nor does the momentary doubt that occurs at the close of the poem--that his belief in a divine conclusion of our strife may only have been caused by his own happiness in love--really trouble his conviction.

That love itself is part of the power which makes the noble conclusion sure.

The certainty of this conclusion made his courage in the fight unwavering, despair impossible, joy in battle, duty; and to be "ever a fighter" in the foremost rank the highest privilege of man.
Then the cloud-rift broadens, spanning earth that's under, Wide our world displays its worth, man's strife and strife's success: All the good and beauty, wonder crowning wonder, Till my heart and soul applaud perfection, nothing less.
And for that reason, because of the perfectness to come, Browning lived every hour of his life for good and against wrong.

He said with justice of himself, and with justice he brought the ideal aim and the real effort together: I looked beyond the world for truth and beauty: Sought, found, and did my duty.
Nor, almost in the very grasp of death, did this faith fail him.