Moreover, in thy day of grief,--for friends, or fame, or fortune, Well I wot the heart shall ache, and mind be numbed in torpor; Let nature weep; leave her alone; the freshet of her sorrow must run off; And sooner will the lake be clear, relieved of turbid floodings. Yet see that her license hath a limit; with the novelty her agony is over; Hasten in that earliest calm, to tie her in the leash with Reason. For regrets are an enervating folly, and the season for energy is come, Yea rather, that the future may repair with diligence the ruins of the past. Again, for empty fears, the harassings of possible calamity, Pray, and thou shalt prosper; trust in God, and tread them down. Yield to the phantasy,--thou sinnest; resist it, He will aid thee: Out of Him there is no help, nor any sober courage. Feeble is the comfort of the faithless, a man without a God; Who dare counsel such an one to fling away his fears? Fear is the heritage of him, a portion wise and merciful, To drive the trembler into safety, if haply he may turn and flee: Nevertheless, let him reckon an he will, that all be counteth casual May as well be for him as against him; dice have many sides: And, even as in ailments of the body, diseases follow closely upon dreads, So, with infirmities of mind, is fear the pallid harbinger of failure. It were wise to walk undaunted even in an accidental chaos, For the brave man is at peace, and free to get the mastery of circumstance. The stoutest armour of defence is that which is worn within the bosom, And the weapon that no enemy can parry, is a bold and cheerful spirit: Catapults in old war worked like Titans, crushing foes with rocks; So doth a strong-springed heart throw back every load on its assailants.