Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
Truth is truth howe'er it strike.
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.