Like water, light, and air, all precious in their absence.
Who hath considered the blessing of his breath, till the poison of an asthma struck him?
Who hath regarded the just pulses of his heart, till spasm or paralysis have stopped them?
Even thus, an unobserved routine of daily grace and wisdom,
When no more here, had worship of a world, whose penitence atoned for its neglect.
And living genius is seen among infirmities, wherefrom the commoner are free;
And other rival men of mind crowd this arena of contention;
And there be many cares; and a man knoweth little of his brother;
Feebly we appreciate a motive, and slowly keep pace with a feeling:
And social difference is much; and experience teacheth sadly,