The Cross I Bear No Man Shall Know No Man Can Ease The Cross I Bear! Alas! The Thorny Path Of Woe Up The Steep Hill Of Care! There Is No Word To Comfort Me; No Sign To Help My Bended Head; Deep Night Lies Over Land And Sea, And Silence Dark And Dread. To Strive, It Seems, That I Was Born, For That Which Others Shall Obtain; The Disappointment And The Scorn Alone For Me Remain. One Half My Life Is Overpast; The Other Half I Contemplate Meseems The Past Doth But Forecast A Darker Future State. Sick To The Heart Of That Which Makes Me Hope And Struggle And Desire, The Aspiration Here That Aches With Ineffectual Fire; While Inwardly I Know The Lack, The Insufficiency Of Power, Each Past Day'S Retrospect Makes Black Each Morrow'S Coming Hour. Now In My Youth Would I Could Die! As Others Love To Live, Go Down Into The Grave Without A Sigh, Oblivious Of Renown!