Weak is the will of Man

"Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind;"Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;"Heavy is woe;—and joy, for human-kind,"A mournful thing,—so transient is the blaze!"Thus might he paint our lot of mortal daysWho wants the glorious faculty assignedTo elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind,And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays.Imagination is that sacred power,Imagination lofty and refined:'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine FlowerOf Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bindWreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.