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SMALL TRIALS. 165
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XXV.-SMALL THIALrS.
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? A. - !N*ot great things are our life-t...
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? A. - !N*Ot Great Things Are Our Life-T...
? A . - ! N * ot great things are our life-trials ;— -the huge wave ,
That deluges the rock may leave it as it was , But the continual sobbing of the sea
, The restless waters beating ceaselessly , Fret its hard surface into myriad shapes ,
Or undermine it , eating out its heart , And sounding their own hollow triumph there .
And oh ! life ' s carking cares , its petty ills , Do wear the spirit thus ! We breast the tide
That might o _v erwhelm us , with bold front , and heart ; But little currents that impede our way ,
Turn us aside , despairing , and dismayed . Ah ! 'tis a weary thing this daily life !
This constant struggle , when we fail so oft ; This ceaseless march along the heavy road ,
In which we stumble so!—We cry for power To mount the airand with disdainful wing ,
Leave earth , and , all its hindrances behind . We rouse ourselves to do great deeds—we feel
, . As though the world were at our feet , and then , The veriest pebble trips usand we lie
'In utter self-contempt and , helplessness , Despising , and despairing of , ourselves .
We need redemption from our littleness , More than aught else : strength for the daily task ,
The The jarring hourly trial nerve ; ; patience power to to calm endure and still
Our haste and restlessness ; above all , grace , To make us meekand willing to forbear ; , Remembering that 'tis greater to subdue
. Our spirits than to take armed cities ; braver , To battle with our longings , and our lusts ,
Than steel-clad hosts ; nobler to trample down
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 1, 1863, page 165, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01051863/page/21/
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