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RABBI BEN EZRA.

GROW old along with me!

The best is yet to be,

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The last of life, for which the first was made:

Our times are in His hand

Who saith "A whole I planned,

Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be

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Youth sighed "Which rose make ours,

Which lily leave and then as best recall?"

Not that, admiring stars,

It yearned "Nor Jove, nor Mars;

Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends

them all!"

3.

Not for such hopes and fears,

Annulling youth's brief years,

Do I remonstrate,

-folly wide the mark!

Rather I prize the doubt

Low kinds exist without,

Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.

Poor vaunt of life indeed,

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Were man but formed to feed

On joy, to solely seek and find and feast:

Such feasting ended, then

As sure an end to men;

Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the maw

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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.

Then, welcome each rebuff

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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

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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' the

scale.

8.

What is he but a brute

Whose flesh hath soul to suit,

Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play?

To man, propose this test

Thy body at its best,

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How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?

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Of power each side, perfection every turn:

Eyes, ears took in their dole,

Brain treasured up the whole;

Should not the heart beat once "How good to live and

learn?"

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Not once beat "Praise be Thine!

I see the whole design,

I, who saw Power, shall see Love perfect too:

Perfect I call Thy plan:

Thanks that I was a man!

Maker, remake, complete,I trust what Thou shalt do!"

For pleasant is this flesh;

Our soul, in its rose-mesh

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Pulled ever to the earth, still yearns for rest:

Would we some prize might hold

To match those manifold

Possessions of the brute, gain most, as we did best!

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