Chapter 9 No.9

Bear on to death serenely, day by day,

Midst losses, gains, toil, and monotony,

The ignorance of social apathy,

And artifice which men to men display:

Like one who tramps a long and lonely way

Under the constant rain's inclemency,

With vast clouds drifting in obscurity,

And sudden lightnings in the welkin grey.

To-morrow may be bright with healthy pleasure,

Banishing discontents and vain defiance:

The pearly clouds will pass to a slow measure,

Wayfarers walk the dusty road in joyance,

The wide heaths spread far in the sun's alliance,

Among the furze inviting us to leisure.