Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts Not Long.