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 LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SELF-DECEPTION by MATTHEW ARNOLD LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FLOWER GIRL (REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |