XXV.
             
        I know that this was Life,–the track
            Whereon with equal feet we fared;
            And then, as now, the day prepared
        The daily burden for the back.

        But this it was that made me move
            As light as carrier-birds in air;
            I loved the weight I had to bear,
        Because it needed help of Love:

        Nor could I weary, heart or limb,
            When mighty Love would cleave in twain
            The lading of a single pain,
        And part it, giving half to him.