To have joy, one must share it.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.

None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?