Question

therefore,on every Morrow,are ew wreathing
a flowery band to bind us to the earth,
spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of gloomy days,
of all the unhealthy and O'er-darkned ways
made for our searching.
question
a) what do we do every day?
b) what moves the pall from the dark sprits?
c) what is the message expressed in these lines? ​

Answer 1

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