Thine are the thoughts that bring and bless,
Thine are the feelings that distress,
Thine are the passions that oppress
And wake our fears,
Man’s curse, and yet man’s happiness—
Man’s joys and tears.
And wonderful thy power that flings
O’er all, its moods and colorings,
Turns joy to gloom—gives grief the wings
Of Fays that, free,