SELF-COMMUNION.
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“O I have striven both hard and long[1]
But many are my foes and strong.
My gains are light—my progress slow;
For hard’s the way I have to go,
And my worst enemies, I know,
Are these within my breast;
And it is hard to toil for aye,—
Through sultry noon and twilight grey
To toil and never rest.”
But many are my foes and strong.
My gains are light—my progress slow;
For hard’s the way I have to go,
And my worst enemies, I know,
Are these within my breast;
And it is hard to toil for aye,—
Through sultry noon and twilight grey
To toil and never rest.”
“There is a rest beyond the grave,
- ↑ Cancelled reading:
O I have toiled both hard and long.
