For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!