WE overstate the ills of life, and take br Imagination (given us to bring down br The choirs of singing angels overshone br By God's clear glory) down our earth to rake br The dismal snows instead, flake following flake, br To cover all the corn; we walk upon br The shadow of hills across a level thrown, br And pant like climbers: near the alder brake br We sigh so loud, the nightingale within br Refuses to sing loud, as else she would. br O brothers, let us leave the shame and sin br Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, br The holy name of GRIEF !--holy herein br That by the grief of ONE came all our good.