It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched

Speak to Him thou for He hears, and spirit with spirit can meet C

To sleep I give my powers away; My will is bondsman to the dark.

Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity n

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the dept

But over all things brooding slept The quiet sense of something l

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather mor

He never sold the truth to serve the hour, Nor paltered with Eter

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone l

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