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Effort
I have not loved thee much my heart is poorAnd cannot give like that thou givest me
Oh would with stronger zeal it might endure
And all thy gift in all thy suffering see
Lift up the feeble hands the bending head
Come rouse press on the goal is yet before
I will with stronger feet thy pathway tread
And reach while still I may the open door
That thou hast set for me and all who fight
The war with sin thou givest them to wage
Oh help me lest upon me fall the night
And I without shall feel the tempest rage
That now is rising in the lowering east
Oh quicken thou my steps to taste thy feast.
Poem No. 236; fall 1838–summer 1839
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