Of yon gray blank of sky, we might grow faint

Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope

Must widen early, is it wel九-九-藏-書l to droop,

Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread

For a few days consumed in loss and taint ?

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Round our aspirant souls; but since the scope

Be bitter in thine in九九藏書n, and thou unshod

I THINK we are too ready with complaint

O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted

And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road

Becau九九藏書se the way is short, I thank thee, God.

In this fair world of Gods. Had we no hope

To meet the flints ? At least it may be said