For all we know of right and true—
In this alone our worth is seen,
'Tis this we were ordained to do.
So shalt thou find, in work and thought:
The peace that sorrow cannot give;
Though grief's worst pangs to thee be taught,
By thee let others nobler live.
Oh, wait not in the darksome forest,
Where thou must needs be left alone,
But e'en when memory is sorest,