Accorded, for example’s sake,
That every cure must find its ache.
Should we not suffering endure
That every ache may find its cure ?
By our won efforts we must rise
To know the value of a prize,
Learning the pleasure of obtaining
By the up-hill work of gaining.
And not, like senseless butterflies,
In careless, gay, unthinking guise,
Enjoy the sun we know not why,
And flutter till we fall and die.
