STRUGGLE not with thy life! -- the heavy doom Resist not, it will bow thee like a slave: Strive not! thou shalt not conquer; to thy tomb Thou shalt go crush'd and ground, though ne'er so brave. Complain not of thy life! -- for what art thou More than thy fellows, that thou should'st not weep? Brave thoughts still lodge beneath a furrow'd brow, And the way-wearied have the sweetest sleep. Marvel not at thy life! -- patience shall see The perfect work of wisdom to her given, Hold fast thy soul through this high mystery, And it shall lead thee to the gates of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL EDINBURGH AFTER FLODDEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE CLOAK by ANNA LOUISE BARNEY THE WHISTLE OF THE TRAIN by LEVI BISHOP CONFLICT BEFORE VICTORY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |