To-morrow would bring its own trial with it ; so would the next day , and so would the next ; each its own trial , and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne .
And what is the essence of that strange and bitter miracle of life which we feel so poignantly , so unutterably , with such a bitter pain and joy , when we are young ?
And what is the essence of that strange and bitter miracle of life which we feel so poignantly , so unutterably , with such a bitter pain and joy , when you are young ?