You not to give way prematurely either to joy of grief. Happen what will, all is well if one only keeps one’s health; for happiness subsists—solely in the imagination.
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
To no one but the Thief —
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief —
The perpetual mourner – the grief that can never be healed – is innocently enough felt to be wearisome by the rest of the world. And my sense of desolation increases. Each day seems a new beginning — a new acquaintance with grief.