Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.

The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

The pain and hurt which i feel,
go as deep as it is real;
to be around and read more

The pain and hurt which i feel,
go as deep as it is real;
to be around and yet unseen,
takes the water out of the steam.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not read more

World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not the fruit of pain.