Make ends meet

breast to every pang, - to know In my heart's core all human weal and woe,

To grasp in thought the lofty and the deep, Men's various fortunes on my

breast to heap, And thus to theirs dilate my individual mind, And share at

length with them the shipwreck of mankind.

Oh, credit me, who still as ages roll, Have chew'd this bitter fare from year to

year, No mortal, from the cradle to the bier, Digests the ancient leaven!

Know, this Whole Doth for the Deity alone subsist! He in eternal brightness

doth exist, Us unto darkness he hath brought, and here Where day and night