Worse Than A True Evil Is It

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

It Is The Wise Man's Part To Leave In Darkness Everything That Is Ugly.

Try First Thyself, And After Call In God; For To The Worker God Himself Lends Aid.