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DISTRAUGHT

In all his briefer travelling on the road
Styled Broad than on the flinted road men name
The Narrow, has he fared without a load
To burn his shoulder, as a leap of flame
Would brand him were he caught by common fire?
Yes. But hurried along his separate track—
The third—so flowered to sting him with desire,
So fruited that his life is on the rack,
He blunders from the cross his worth should bear
In radiant honour of the martyred Lord;
Now pulls it close; now drops it in despair,
Alive and dead between the Strait and Broad.
Friend, stoop to conquer! Now! With all your might!
For lifting, lifting, lifting makes the cross seem light.