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In tlte blank rounds or doll routine, that damp
Spirita or oommou temper more than -Ji,
He trod slow steps but sure ; poor, without fricndt,
Winning no way, save by hia •weat 1U1cl blood;
lleart-sick too o£t,,o, when from earned nm,nd.t
He uw himself a,rept back. by the cohl flood,
Against ,rhich all must strive, who strive like him
By merit's p,fant atrengtb. to win l~e goal,
Till many a swim~r•• ere gro•• glaud and dim,
And closes, ere the tide doth shore"11r I roU.
Stout h•art, stron~ arm, and constaotJ1oul to aiJ,
H, sickened not nor slackened, b1'tTwnm ~•;
Tbonnab o'er bis bead thick aprea,I th• clulling •hade,
An ort, t,rixt sens, both shore anct atnrs seemed gnnr.
Till the tide turne~, and on the top~ llood
The ni,: L~'-pen\ 1w1mmer bore trion phaot in;
And honours rain,•,! upon him, bought wi(h blood,
And long deferred, but sweeter so to won.
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And fame sod n:>me sni wealth and nu,l were heaped
Ont.he grey bea 1ha• once had held lhem hi11h;
But weak ihe arm which that lt.te harvest reaped,
And all a knight's ,rork lef~ him .was lo die.
Oe,1d ! wilh his honours st ill in aeweat gloss,
TMir gold in aorrv contrast with llil ,rre,:
But by his life, not th,m, we m!C"'hi, loss,
A.nd for a,reet 1,ei,ce oo his brave spirit pra,.
No nobler aolditt's heart ,ru e1ef laid
Into the silence of a trophied tomb; •
'l'bere let him slePp -true 11ollf and thrice :\ssayed
By sword and lire and aull'ering-lill lbe doom!
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