I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Each man has some part to play.

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.