Things to Consider:
TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men!
Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den;-- O miserable Chieftain! where and when Wilt thou find patience? Yet die not; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow: Though fallen thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; 10 There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. |
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky. So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a Man; So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The Child is Father of the Man; And I should hope my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. |