Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
Sweet is true love, though given in vain.
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
A day may sink or save a realm.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.