Lines, Written In London.
Struggle not with thy life! - the heavy doom Resist not, it will bow thee like a slave: Strive not! thou shalt not conquer; to thy tomb Thou shalt go crushed, and ground, though ne'er so brave. Complain not of thy life! - for what art thou More than thy fellows, that thou should'st not weep? Brave thoughts still lodge beneath a furrowed brow, And the way-wearied have the sweetest sleep. Marvel not at thy life! - patience shall see The perfect work of wisdom to her given; Hold fast thy soul through this high mystery, And it shall lead thee to the gates of heaven.
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"Struggle not with thy life! - the heavy doom..."
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