Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.
His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.