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ANY, if God should make them kings,
I hold him great who, for Love's sake,
Yet he who takes for Love's sweet sake,
I prize the instinct that can turn
From vain pretence with proud disdain;
Yet more I prize a simple heart
I bow before the noble mind
That freely some great wrong forgives; Yet nobler is the one forgiven,
Who bears that burden well, and lives.
It may be hard to gain, and still
Yet he who loses has to fill
Glorious it is to wear the crown
He who knows how to fail has won
Great may he be who can command
Yet is diviner wisdom taught
Blessed are those who die for God,
And earn the Martyr's crown of light— Yet he who lives for God may be A greater Conqueror in His sight.
HERE is a deep and subtle snare Whose sure temptation hardly fails, Which, just because it looks so fair, Only a noble heart assails.
So all the more we need be strong
When duties unfulfilled remain,
Then will a seeming Angel speak :—
"Deaf are their ears who ought to hear; Idle their hands, and dull their soul; While sloth, or ignorance, or fear, Fetters them with a blind control.
"Sort thou the tangled web aright;
And now it is I bid thee pause,
Learn that each duty makes its claim
The greater peril in the strife,
Arouse him then:—this is thy part:
Smooth thou his path ere it is trod;
And then, I think, thy soul shall feel
And even that very deed shall shine