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I have been pondering what our teachers call / The mystery of Pain; and lo! my thought / After it's half-blind reaching out has caught / This truth and held it fast. We may not fall / Beyond our mounting; stung by life's annoy, / Deeper we feel the mystery of Joy.
Sometimes they steal across us like a breath / Of Eastern perfume in a darkened room, / These joys of ours; we grope on through the gloom / Seeking some common thing, and from its sheath / Unloose, unknowing, some bewildering scent / Of spice-thronged memories of the Orient.