Has anyone else ever come across this text? As on I walked, a comfort seemed to touch A heart that had not been disconsolate Strength came where weakness was not known to be, At least not felt; and restoration came, Like an intruder, knocking at the door Of unacknowledged weariness. I took the balance in my hand and weighed myself. I saw but little, and thereat was pleased; Little did I remember, and even this Still pleased me more; but I had hopes and peace And swellings of the spirits, was rapt and soothed, Conversed with promises, had glimmering views How Life pervades the undecaying mind, How the immortal Soul with God-like power Informs, creates, and thaws the deepest sleep That time can lay upon her; how on earth, Man, if he do but live within the light Of high endeavours, daily spreads abroad His being with a strength that cannot fail. I always think it could/should have been written by a Haskell programmer, but I assure you it wasn't, although there is an uncanny coincidental historical connection. -- Using Opera's revolutionary email client: http://www.opera.com/mail/