Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching:
A cylindrical tank of radius 10 cm is being filled with sugar at the rate of 100π cm3/s. The rate at which the height of the sugar inside the tank is increasing is: