VI.
The child of sorrow stands on vantage ground;
It is a paradox both strange and true,
That he, who in affliction’s vale is found,
Dwells on the mount of observation too,
And sees the world without the dazzling hue
Which bright prosperity throws all around:
He learns to feel what once he only knew
From hearing other men, the warning sound,
That all who lean on earth receive a deadly wound.