To spend uncounted years of pain, <br />Again, again, and yet again, <br />In working out in heart and brain <br />The problem of our being here; <br />To gather facts from far and near, <br />Upon the mind to hold them clear, <br />And, knowing more may yet appear, <br />Unto one's latest breath to fear <br />The premature result to draw-- <br />Is this the object, end and law, <br />And purpose of our being here?<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perch-pensa-pensando-s-invecchia/
