’Twill soon to peace eternal all obstacles remove,
If thou to me wilt promise fidelity and love.
“The bitter must be mingled with all that is too sweet,
And life recall to living what lies in death’s retreat;
Joy must with grief alternate; night shift the rule with day;
The herring shoals, when shining, become of whales the prey.
“Not every plant can flourish; thus were the cherry-tree
Ever from storms protected by the wall’s friendly lee,
Did not the wind its blossom scatter around like snow,
Its trunk would soon be rotten, the tree soon cease to grow.”