We sin and suffer—this alone we know,
Grief is our portion, is our part below;
But we shall rise, that world of bliss to see,
Where sin and suffering never more shall be.
TALE XIX.
MASTER WILLIAM; OR, LAD’S LOVE.
I.
I have remembrance of a Boy, whose mind
Was weak: he seem’d not for the world design’d;
Seem’d not as one who in that world could strive,
And keep his spirits even and alive—