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WISDOM.
It is the way we go, the way of life;A drop of pleasure in a sea of pain,
A grain of peace amid a load of strife,
With toil and grief, and grief and toil again:
Yea;—but for this; the firm and faithful breast,
Bolder than lions, confident and strong,
That never doubts its birthright to be blest,
And dreads no evil while it does no wrong:
This, this is wisdom, manful and serene,
Towards God all penitence and prayer and trust,
But to the troubles of this shifting scene
Simple courageous and sublimely just:
Be then such wisdom mine, O heart within!
There is no foe, nor woe, nor grief, but—Sin.
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