  WHAT is hope? A smiling rainbow Children follow through the wet. ’Tis not here—still yonder, yonder; Never urchin found it yet. What is life? A thawing iceboard On a sea with sunny shore. Gay we sail; it melts beneath us; We are sunk, and seen no more. What is man? A foolish baby; Vainly strives, and fights, and frets; Demanding all, deserving nothing, One small grave is what he gets! Thomas Carlyle. |
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