Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

Each State Of The Human Mind Has Some Parable In The Physical Creation By Which It Is Shadowed Forth; Nor Is It Only Artists And Poets, But Even The Most Abstract Thinkers That Have Drawn From This Source. Lively Activity We Name Fire; Time Is A Stream That Rolls On, Sweeping All Before It; Eternity Is A Circle; A Mystery Is Hid In Midnight Gloom, And Truth Dwells In The Sun. Nay, I Begin To Believe That Even The Future Destiny Of The Human Race Is Prefigured In The Dark Oracular Utterances Of Bodily Creation.

Joy Is The Mainspring In The Whole Of Endless Nature's Calm Rotation. Joy Moves The Dazzling Wheels That Roll In The Great Time-piece Of Creation.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.