But he is still the wiser, nobler smith
Who can unlock his own heart best.
BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE
How can misfortune but a blessing be
And slight mishaps be called unkind?
Oft the lessons we learn in a single evil turn
Are more than all success combined.
If only we knew the lordly benisons
That come from the tempest, the winds and the rain,
We would not curse the cloud-reft heavens so,