“In former days he had brought sympathy to cheer others, but now when he looks for blessings for himself there is nothing but misery and unrest (25-27). He is dried up, helpless, fit only to keep company with the beasts of the desert (28-29); his skin is shriveled up and his bones consumed by a raging fire within (30). What wonder then that all the music of his life has become a mournful dirge (31)? " (Edgar C.S. Gibson; 1848-1924)
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