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v Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive ! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.
VI Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe !
VII For thence,-a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me : A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
What is he but a brute
Of power each side, perfection every turn :
and learn ?"
x Not once beat“ Praise be Thine ! “ I see the whole design, “ I, who saw power, see now love perfect too:: “ Perfect I call Thy plan : " Thanks that I was a man ! “ Maker, remake, complete,– I trust what Thou shalt
For pleasant is this flesh;
Let us not always say
A man, for aye removed
Youth ended, I shall try
XVI For, note when evening shuts, A certain moment cuts The deed off, calls the glory from the grey : A whisper from the west Shoots—“Add this to the rest, “ Take it and try its worth : here dies another day."
XVII So, still within this life, Though lifted o'er its strife, Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last, “ This rage was right i' the main, “ That acquiescence vain : “ The Future I may face now I have proved the
XVIII For more is not reserved To man, with soul just nerved To act to-morrow what he learns to-day : Here, work enough to watch The Master work, and catch Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play.
As it was better, youth
XXI Be there, for once and all, Severed great minds from small, Announced to each his station in the Past ! Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last!
XXII Now, who shall arbitrate ? Ten men love what I hate,
Shun what I follow, slight what I receive ;
Not on the vulgar mass
But all, the world's coarse thumb
Thoughts hardly to be packed
Ay, note that Potter's wheel,