  Our toil is He, & eke our journey’s end; Our life-long ailment & our remedy, Our foeman & our ever-pitying friend; Who is more vanquishing than victory, Fairer than beauty, more belov’d than life; This is he who our peace is & our strife. Our strenuous earth is He & eke our Heaven, The crown of conquest & the armour riven, The strength, the struggle, yea, the failing even. Of Him all is, & unto Him also Doth all return: torment & yearning woe Surely shall pass, even as pleasures go. Yea, all have end, beggar & bountied king, Rapture & tears, resting & wandering.
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