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LXXVII. BLOW ON BLOW
O puny suffering querulous soul of mine,
Be still now, be at peace,—be not so sad:
Think'st thou this thorn-wreath God has let thee twine
Is the first wreath the spirit of man has had?
Have there been sufferers none with sorrow mad?
Are there no sufferers now whose days decline
Slowly, while thou dost gather from life's vine
Some grapes at least, with healthful hands and glad?—
Be still now, be at peace,—be not so sad:
Think'st thou this thorn-wreath God has let thee twine
Is the first wreath the spirit of man has had?
Have there been sufferers none with sorrow mad?
Are there no sufferers now whose days decline
Slowly, while thou dost gather from life's vine
Some grapes at least, with healthful hands and glad?—
Or, if thou sufferest more than others, know
That, long before thou wast to suffering born,
Fierce throbs of bitterest pain through God did flow,—
That he was left most utterly forlorn,—
Encountered hostile spear-strokes, blow on blow,
And strokes of friends more grievous, scorn on scorn.
That, long before thou wast to suffering born,
Fierce throbs of bitterest pain through God did flow,—
That he was left most utterly forlorn,—
Encountered hostile spear-strokes, blow on blow,
And strokes of friends more grievous, scorn on scorn.
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