My pains, some cloying recompense of earth—
Grant me, great Father, from a hard-fought field,
Forspent and bruised, upon a battered shield,
Home to obscure endurance to be borne
Rather than live my own mean gains to scorn.
—Edward Sandford Martin.
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WILL
O, well for him whose will is strong!
He suffers, but he will not suffer long;