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. |
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