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Fullt svar SITLUS O pens ve sm 48,
Tetmir II 18 Alch can se

Tod I that cowled chand man be.
Tir should the rest on I'm a'lam
Which I could not on me endure?

Not from a vain or shallow thought
His awful Jove young Phidias brought;
Never from lips of cunning fell
The thrilling Delphic oracle:
Out from the heart of nature rolled

The burdens of the Bible old;

Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain!

Strive, and hold cheap the strain;

Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

For thence a paradox

Which comforts while it mocks—

Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
What I aspired to be,

And was not, comforts me:

A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.

What is he but a brute

Whose flesh hath soul to suit,

Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want

play?

To man, propose this test

Thy body at its best,

How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?

Yet gifts should prove their use:

I own the Past profuse

Of power each side, perfection every turn:

Eyes, ears took in their dole,

Brain treasured up the whole;

Should not the heart beat once, "How good to live and learn?"

Not once beat "Praise be Thine!

I see the whole design,

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