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And so, if thou would'st have me strong, Dwell not on what is sad or wrong; 'Tis not in marking how they fail That men find courage to prevail.

I ask no more than just the chance To match my will with circumstance, With what I am in mind and heart To take my due and play my part.

God showeth me no special grace, And why should'st thou? Yield me my place— The right to strive—and spare me, pray. Thy well-intentioned sympathy.