| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. A Privilege Worth a Hard Earning | | By Henry Ellison (18111880) |
| | | IT is the hardest task, the highest end, | |
| Of all true wisdom, rightly understood, | |
| To see the Ill, yet not oerlook the Good, | |
| Nor let the Ill beyond itself extend, | |
| Nor oer the sunny side its shadows send | 5 |
| Beyond its own intrinsic magnitude, | |
| As mountains cast their shadows far, and brood | |
| At distance, and their own real bulk transcend. | |
| T is hard to school the heart to be, in spite | |
| Of injury and envy, generous still; | 10 |
| In seeing Good alone to take delight, | |
| And to forget, or to forgive, the Ill: | |
| And he who can do this, has still a right | |
| To think godlike of man, and must, and will. | | | | |
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