Canada and Other Poems by T. F. (Thomas Frederick) Young
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* * * * * TEMPTATION. The greatest glory consists, not in never falling, but in getting up every time you fall.--CONFUCIUS. The raging force of passion's storm, Say who can check at will. Or cope with sin, in ev'ry form, With ever conquering skill? How oft we've tried, and hop'd and pray'd To conquer in the right; But still, how oft our hearts, dismay'd, Have fail'd amid the fight. But still we fought the wrong we loath'd, And though we fought in vain, Our wills in fleshly weakness cloth'd, Would try the fight again. And He, I apprehend, who sees, And knows our struggles here. Will lead us onward, by degrees, To triumph, though we fear. And even tho' we're never quit |
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