The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith:|
Shall we blame it because we survive it? ah, no;
'Twas the youth of our youth, my lord, is it not so?"
Lord Alfred was mute. He remember'd her yet
A child--the weak sport of each moment's regret,
Blindly yielding herself to the errors of life,
The deceptions of youth, and borne down by the strife
And the tumult of passion; the tremulous toy
Of each transient emotion of grief or of joy.
But to watch her pronounce the death-warrant of all
The illusions of life--lift, unflinching, the pall