To struggle on, with grief alone—
Were agony indeed!
August. WILLIAM C. RICHARDS.
THE BALANCE OF LIFE.
All daring sympathy—clear-sighted love—
Is, from its source, a ray of endless bliss;
Self has no place in the pure world above,
Its shadows vanish in the strife of this.
The toil—the tumult—the sharp struggle o'er,—