PITY me not: it makes me pitiable.
Grieve not for me, ’twill
set me grieving, too.
Come not forebodingly but courage-full,
And speak the shining
word that’s string and true.
If you would have me fearless, have no fears;
If you would have me light and sorrow-free,
Then give your steps the music of the spheres,
Make your eye steadfast
as eternity. [Page 124]