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Show ENDURANCE. How much the heart can bear and yet not break, How much the flash may suffer, yet not die. I doubt if pain of soul, or ache Of body brings our end more nigh. Death chooses his own time. Until that morn All evils may be borne. We shrink and shudder at the surgeon's knife, Each nerve recoiling from the cruel steel, Whose edge seems searohing for our very life. Yet to our sense these bitter pangs reveal That still, although the trembling flesh be torn, This also can borne. We see a sorrow rising in our way, And try to, flee from the approaching ill. We seek some small escape, we weep and pray ; But when the blow falls, then our hearts are still. Not that the pain is of it's sharpness shorn, But think it must be borne. We wind cur life around another life, And hold it closer, nearer, dearer than our own ; Alas 1 it faints and falls in earthly strife, Leaving us stunned and strickened aud alone, But Ah I we do not die, although we mourn ; This alao can be borne. Behold 1 we live through all things, famine, thirst, Pain, misery and grief, but still we cannot die. On soul and dody life infliots it's worst ; We still live on and ,try to fly From hideous night to coming morn Thus all things can be borne. - NEMO. , |