When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."
Nature delights in progress; in advance.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.