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[VI. Lift thou thyself above the accidents of life]
Lift thou thyself above the accidents of life,
With pain and joy alike be friends, abjuring strife.
With pain and joy alike be friends, abjuring strife.
If in thy growing fields the tempest beat thy grain,
See! it hath blown disease from off the stagnant plain.
See! it hath blown disease from off the stagnant plain.
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If Friendship seize the sword, bare thou thy breast and wait;
Love conquers Love, but Hate hath never conquered Hate.
Love conquers Love, but Hate hath never conquered Hate.
Patient the wounded earth receives the plough's sharp share,
And hastes the sweet return of golden grain to bear.
And hastes the sweet return of golden grain to bear.
The sea remembers not the vessel's rending keel,
But rushes joyously the ravage to conceal.
But rushes joyously the ravage to conceal.
So, patient under scorn and injury abide,—
Who conquereth all within may dare the world outside.
Who conquereth all within may dare the world outside.
| Poems by William Wetmore Story | |