Dost thou look back on what hath been, As some divinely
gifted man, Whose life in low
estate began And on a simple
village green; Who breaks his
birth's invidious bar, And grasps the
skirts of happy chance, And breasts the
blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star. Tennyson In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 64, l.1^8.