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ENOUGH
A friend is fond of telling me
That when at last my covered face
Is hidden, I shall only be
A nerveless traveller in space
To whom the ages will assign
The simple office of a clod.
I answer: Is the end so fine?
Thank God!
That when at last my covered face
Is hidden, I shall only be
A nerveless traveller in space
To whom the ages will assign
The simple office of a clod.
I answer: Is the end so fine?
Thank God!
Another tells me I shall hear
My name announced, and stand before
The marvellous Eyes, supremely clear,
That search me to the very core;
Shall hear Him bid me tend His vine,
Collect the stones, upturn the sod.
I answer: Is the end so fine?
Thank God!
My name announced, and stand before
The marvellous Eyes, supremely clear,
That search me to the very core;
Shall hear Him bid me tend His vine,
Collect the stones, upturn the sod.
I answer: Is the end so fine?
Thank God!
For me, I shall not ask to know
If Prophets here are false or true,
Since plainly I am meant to go
Alert among my kind, and do
My best unfalteringly to keep
Love's ploughshare straight, as in a field,
And bid my neighbours come to reap
The yield.
If Prophets here are false or true,
Since plainly I am meant to go
Alert among my kind, and do
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Love's ploughshare straight, as in a field,
And bid my neighbours come to reap
The yield.
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