Then stirs the feeling infinite so felt In solitude where we are least alone.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure there is no sterner...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Look I hate to sound like Pollyanna but I literally can't wait to get to work in the morning. I've got steady jobs I've got my health and I'm here in the greatest city in the world. I'd be a pig not to be grateful.
