Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.