‘And melancholy marked him for her own’,
but find sweet consolation in the thought:
‘Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.’
“But when the palm of victory is given to you or to me, let us remember those of whom the poet says:
‘Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learned to stray,
Along the cool, sequestered vale of life.