James Russell Lowell

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' read more

So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun,
An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
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And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.

And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
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And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human race.

It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.

It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.