| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | ||
[To bear what is, to be resigned]
To bear what is, to be resigned,The mark is of a noble mind.
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Be not disturbed, for Destiny
Is more attached, O man, to thee
Than to thyself thou art!
If patience had but been thy guest,
Thy destined portion would have come,
And like a lover on thy breast
Have flung itself, and kissed thee dumb!
| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | ||