Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, no winter in thy year.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
And thou wilt give thyself relief, if thou doest every act of thy life as if it were the last.
Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee.
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.
Resolve and thou art free.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
Thou art not for the earth, nor for the Heaven the world is for thee, thou art not for the world.
Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?