How was He, The blessed One, made perfect? Why, by grief -- The fellowship of voluntary grief -- He read the tear-stained book of poor men's souls, As we must learn to read it. Lady! lady! Wear but one robe the less -- forego one meal -- And thou shalt taste the core of many tales, Which now flit past thee, like a minstrel's songs, The sweeter for their sadness. Saint's Tragedy, Act ii. Scene v. |
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