J.K.S., To A.H.C. (1891) “ The pulses of a busy throng, The rest of spirits over-wrought: Are these—is all beside them, naught? Here, everywhere, and every day, The seeker finds right human stuff: To laugh, to weep, to work, to play; Are joy and sorrow not enough? ” [↩︎] Source: Wikisource auto_stories Explore the passage content_copy Cite excerpt
