Cries for a grave—more wide.

A consciousness that if this thing endure,

The common joys of life will dull the pain;

The high ideals of the grand and pure

Die, as of course they must,

Of long disuse and rust.

That is the worst. It takes supernal strength

To hold the attitude that brings the pain;

And they are few indeed but stoop at length

To something less than best,