28 SUM. 
The sick soul 
That burns with love’s delusions, ever dreams, 
Dreading its losses. It for ever makes 
A gloomy shadow gather in the skies, 
And clouds the day ; and looking far beyond 
The glory in its gaze, it sadly sees 
Countless privations, and far-coming storms, 
Shrinking from what it conjures. 
Simms’s Poems. 
The rolling wheel, that runneth often round, 
The hardest steel in tract of time doth tear; 
And drizzling drops, that often do redound, 
Firmest flint doth in continuance wear: 
Yet cannot I, with many a dropping tear, 
And long entreaty, soften her hard heart, 
That she will once vouchsafe my plaint to hear, 
Or look with pity on my painful smart: 
But when I plead, she bids me play my part; 
And when I weep, she says tears are but water; 
And when I sigh, she says I know the art; 
And when I wail, she turns herself to laughter; 
So do I weep and wail, and plead in vain, 
While she as steel and flint doth still remain. 
Spenser. 
Awe.... Grief. 
The Aloe is attached to the soil by very feeble roots; 
it delights to grow in the wilderness, and its taste is 
extremely bitter. Thus grief separates us from earthly 
things, and fills the heart with bitterness. These mag- 
