The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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And must I live my life, and rise and sleep?
Work,—since I cannot weep?
Must daily toil begin,
A joyless strife renewed, with nought to win?
Work,—since I cannot weep?
Must daily toil begin,
A joyless strife renewed, with nought to win?
Has life a value, mother, now for me
Lonely, apart from thee?
From dawn to set of sun
Never was work without thy counsel done!
Lonely, apart from thee?
From dawn to set of sun
Never was work without thy counsel done!
How shall I strive, alone,
To lure the coy Fame downward from her throne?
If Fame should stoop at last
Would not the soul's exultant power be past?
To lure the coy Fame downward from her throne?
If Fame should stoop at last
Would not the soul's exultant power be past?
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