He accounts for his cheerfulness to some one, who had wondered that being
so far diseased in heart he could ever be gay.
He says that his own grief has made him feel kindly towards others; and
that he is like a blind man, who though needing a hand to lead him, can
still jest with his friends, take children on his knee and play with them,
and dream of the sky he can no longer see:
"His inner day can never die,
His night of loss is always there."