In Memoriam. liii. Stanza 4.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill.
In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1.
But what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.
In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 5.
So careful of the type she seems,