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TRUE GREATNESS.
Sweat upon brow is good, and toil of hand,That shapeth outwardly the thought of Man;
But nobler far that which eye may not scan,
The inward sweat, which greatest things demand,
Of heart and brain, sole title to command
In word or deed: labour Herculean
Is greatness which would take large lease and span
Of Fame, and, seen of all, the searching stand.
Yes! through this furnace of high suffering
And doing thou must pass thy very heart,
And keep it at white heat, till the true ring
It get, from crack, flaw free in every part;
Let Fortune sound it then, it will not start;
'Tis fit (to God or Man) for everything!
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