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48 Fret, burn, and struggle, and in soul am there.

But me hath Nature tamed, and bade to seek

For other agitations, or be calm;

Hath dealt with me as with a turbulent stream,

Some nursling of the mountains which she leads

Through quiet meadows, after he has learnt

His strength, and had his triumph and his joy,

His desperate course of tumult and of glee.

That which in stealth by Nature was performed

Hath Reason sanctioned; her deliberate Voice

Hath said; be mild, and cleave to gentle things,

Thy glory and thy happiness be there.

Nor fear, though thou confide in me, a want

Of aspirations that have been—of foes

To wrestle with, and victory to complete,

Bounds to be leapt, darkness to be explored;