Pain Is Life - The Sharper, The

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A Man’s Self To Himself!

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

Thus, When The Lamp That Lighted The Traveller At First Goes Out, He Feels Awhile Benighted, And Looks Around In Fear And Doubt. But Soon, The Prospect Clearing, By Cloudless Starlight On He Treads, And Thinks No Lamp So Cheering As That Light Which Heaven Sheds.

As Half In Shade And Half In Sun This World Along Its Path Advances, May That Side The Sun 's Upon Be All That E'er Shall Meet Thy Glances!

Not Childhood Alone, But The Young Man Till Thirty, Never Feels Practically That He Is Mortal.