Ernest Charles Jones (Эрнест Чарльз Джонс)

Resignation

Written in the Infirmary of Westminster Prison,
during severe illness, November, 1849.

We all have our allotted task;
    Their burden all must bear—
For God gave us our faculties
    To use, and not to spare.

Full oft I would, how gladly! rest,
    When sinks the frame o'erwrought;
But ever the feeble barque must drive
    Before the mighty thought.

I know I might have lingered still
    A span, from year to year;
But on a world that used me ill
    I close a brief career.

This form is but the armour frail
    I wore in many a strife,
Thro' that long war with misery,
    Men christen—"human life."

I spar'd it not in storm or toil;
    And when I pass afar,
Death will have but a sorry spoil
    To grace a conqueror's car.

1. Too Soon
2. Our Warning
3. A Prisoner's Night-Thought
4. Easter Hymn
5. A Song for the People

Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Resignation ("I’d hate to be centipede (of legs I’ve only two)")

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