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62 They leave behind the boding wind, The frosted fields, the branches bare. Frail lovers of the languid rose, A nobler joy yon raven knows, That dares abide the wintry tide And revel in the blinding snows. Thou, too, O soul, disdain to flee Where siren ease would beckon thee. In stress and strain and battle-pain, Win thou thy peace by victory.

N that volume penned in prison For the faith of Christ arisen, On that web of golden fancies Spun in holy Bunyan's trances, Long I mused a Sabbath even, Weary with the march toward heaven. Even as Christian, once benighted, Sloth-betrayed and sore affrighted For the roaring of the lion, Darkling trod the path to Zion.