10.08.2014, 12:57
"SWEET ARE THE USES OF ADVERSITY"
YEA, could it be, yea could it be, that so
From out this weltering rout of nights and days,
From out this wild and melancholy maze
Of thorny paths that wander to and fro,
We might at will to some fair country go,
Where hour by hour around the bloomy ways
The jasmine-scented, happy wind-breath plays,
And gurgling waters past broad meadows flow —
Then, would it better be, thus from this round
Of conflict, toil and tears, wherein men's thews
Are tried, to go where peans ne'er shall sound,
Nor gentle Pity weep her precious dews?
Ah no ! — flowers crushed against the unconscious ground
Give back their perfume to the feet that bruise.
YEA, could it be, yea could it be, that so
From out this weltering rout of nights and days,
From out this wild and melancholy maze
Of thorny paths that wander to and fro,
We might at will to some fair country go,
Where hour by hour around the bloomy ways
The jasmine-scented, happy wind-breath plays,
And gurgling waters past broad meadows flow —
Then, would it better be, thus from this round
Of conflict, toil and tears, wherein men's thews
Are tried, to go where peans ne'er shall sound,
Nor gentle Pity weep her precious dews?
Ah no ! — flowers crushed against the unconscious ground
Give back their perfume to the feet that bruise.