Two genii are there, from thy birth through weary life to guide thee; <br />Ah, happy when, united both, they stand to aid beside thee? <br />With gleesome play to cheer the path, the one comes blithe with beauty, <br />And lighter, leaning on her arm, the destiny and duty. <br />With jest and sweet discourse she goes unto the rock sublime, <br />Where halts above the eternal sea the shuddering child of time. <br />The other here, resolved and mute and solemn, claspeth thee, <br />And bears thee in her giant arms across the fearful sea. <br />Never admit the one alone!--Give not the gentle guide <br />Thy honor--nor unto the stern thy happiness confide!<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-guides-of-life-the-sublime-and-the-beaut/
