Take counsel with your grief, in that you know
That he who suffers suffers not in vain,
Nay, that it shall be for the whole world's gain,
And wisdom prove the priceless price of woe.
Thus in some new-found land where no man's feet
Have trod a path, bold voyagers astray,
May fall foredone by torturing thirst and heat:
But from the impotent body of defeat
The winners spring who carve a conquering way—
Measured by milestones of their perished clay.
ΑΝΑΓΚΗ.
Like a great rock which looming o'er the deep
Casts his eternal shadow on the strands,
And veiled in cloud inexorably stands.
While vaulting round his adamantine steep
Embattled breakers clamorously leap,
Sun-garlanded and hope-uplifted bands.
But soon with waters shattered in the sands
Slowly recoiling back to ocean creep;
So sternly dost thou tower above us. Fate!
For still our eager hearts exultant beat,
Borne in the hurrying tide of life elate.
And dashing break against thy marble feet,
But would Hope's rainbow-aureole round us fleet,
Without these hurtling shocks of man's estate?
