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LVII. CHIEFEST
If any man would win a crown to last,
First let his inmost spirit of love be pure,—
First let him life's high mountain airs endure,
And face the thunder, and the midnight blast.
When this world's fiery seas are safely past
There shall be pleasure and there shall be praise,
And fame perhaps, and garlands of green bays,
And recompence; but such flowers spring not fast.
First let his inmost spirit of love be pure,—
First let him life's high mountain airs endure,
And face the thunder, and the midnight blast.
When this world's fiery seas are safely past
There shall be pleasure and there shall be praise,
And fame perhaps, and garlands of green bays,
And recompence; but such flowers spring not fast.
Who would be first, must fight the fight most hard;
In labours and in sorrows must abound;
Smooth things and easy must his soul discard;
In battle's red front must his sword-stroke sound:—
Who would be chiefest in the world's regard
With the world's supreme sorrow must be crowned.
In labours and in sorrows must abound;
Smooth things and easy must his soul discard;
In battle's red front must his sword-stroke sound:—
Who would be chiefest in the world's regard
With the world's supreme sorrow must be crowned.
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