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ENDURANCE.
But when the blow falls, then our hearts are still;
Not that the pain is of its sharpness shorn,
But that it can be borne.
Not that the pain is of its sharpness shorn,
But that it can be borne.
We wind our life about another life;
We hold it closer, dearer than our own:
Anon it faints and fails in deathly strife,
Leaving us stunned, and stricken, and alone;
But ah! we do not die with those we mourn,—
This also can be borne.
We hold it closer, dearer than our own:
Anon it faints and fails in deathly strife,
Leaving us stunned, and stricken, and alone;
But ah! we do not die with those we mourn,—
This also can be borne.
Behold, we live through all things,—famine, thirst,
Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery,
All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body,—but we cannot die.
Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn,—
Lo, all things can be borne!
Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery,
All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body,—but we cannot die.
Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn,—
Lo, all things can be borne!
