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The book of the dead | ||
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[LVII. One counsels me to drop my scourge]
One counsels me to drop my scourge,
To live at peace, and strive to please:
Not for the rogues' sakes would he urge
His plea, but for my private ease.
To live at peace, and strive to please:
Not for the rogues' sakes would he urge
His plea, but for my private ease.
If with myself my duty stopped,
And the commission of my God
Were cancelled, long ere this I had dropped
To nothing in my kindred clod.
And the commission of my God
Were cancelled, long ere this I had dropped
To nothing in my kindred clod.
The first faint stir of human pain
Had left with me no after-smart,
Could I have rent my aching brain,
Or probed with steel my sorrowing heart.
Had left with me no after-smart,
Could I have rent my aching brain,
Or probed with steel my sorrowing heart.
I scorn the soul that never felt
A blow to shake its stolid case:
Itself it knows not. Death, soon dealt,
Were more than life on terms like these.
A blow to shake its stolid case:
Itself it knows not. Death, soon dealt,
Were more than life on terms like these.
The book of the dead | ||