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Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
* * * * *
_The Light of Stars_.
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.
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_It is not always May_.
For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!
_Maidenhood_.
Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!
* * * * *
_The Goblet of Life_.
O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, and yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
* * * * *
_Resignation_.
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dear lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
* * * * *
The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead.
* * * * *
_The Golden Legend_.
Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
_A Metrical Essay_.
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