"Than angels. Cease to wail and brawl! Why inch by inch to darkness crawl? There is one remedy for all.” "O dull, one-sided voice," said I, "Wilt thou make every thing a lie, To flatter me that I may die? "I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds. "I cannot hide that some have striven, Achieving calm, to whom was given The joy that mixes man with Heaven: "Who, rowing hard against the stream, Saw distant gates of Eden gleam, And did not dream it was a dream; 201 204 207 210 213 216 219 221 That bears relation to the mind. 177 Tho' cursed and scorn'd, and bruised with stones: "For every worm beneath the moon "But looking upward, full of grace, |