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"I know / That care has iron crowns for many brows; / That Calvaries are everywhere, whereon / Virtue is crucified, and nails and spears / Draw guiltless blood; that sorrow sits and drinks / At sweetest hearts, till all their life is dry; / That gentle spirits on the rack of pain / Grow faint or fierce, and pray and curse by turns; / That hell's temptations, clad in heavenly guise / And armed with might, lie evermore in wait / Along life's path, giving assault to all. " / Holland
Oh, Grief beyond all other griefs, when fate / First leaves the young heart lone and desolate / In the wide world, without that only tie / For which it loved to live or feared to die; / Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken / Since the sad day its master-chord was broken! / Moore