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HILL DUTIFUL
So have I learn’d mine own steps to control,
Myself is made unto myself a guide.
On! on! with living limbs, and eyes that see;
Out of my weakness, strength is come to me!”
Myself is made unto myself a guide.
On! on! with living limbs, and eyes that see;
Out of my weakness, strength is come to me!”
Then rose he from his resting-place and went,
Still climbing; not, ’tis certain, without fears,
Not without woe and black bewilderment.
That steep must still grow steeper as it nears
The far-off summit, and the end appears.
Still climbing; not, ’tis certain, without fears,
Not without woe and black bewilderment.
That steep must still grow steeper as it nears
The far-off summit, and the end appears.
“Yea, at the end of all, what found he?” Friend,
I know not; I have never seen the end.
I know not; I have never seen the end.
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