No prettier memory of a child could be told.
We can learn a good deal about even the shyest of the poets through a close understanding of his poetry.

From the foregoing we know that Cory must have been a sickly child; and from other poems referring to school life we can not escape the supposition that he was not a strong lad.

In one of his verses he speaks of being unable to join in the hearty play of his comrades; and in the poem which touches on the life of the mature man we find him acknowledging that he believed his life a failure--a failure through want of strength.

I am going to quote this poem for other reasons.
It is a beautiful address either to some favourite student or to a beloved son--it is impossible to decide which.

But that does not matter.