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IF I have faltered more or less / In my great task of happiness; / If I have moved among my race / And shown no glorious morning face; / If beams from happy human eyes / Have moved me not; if morning skies, / Books, and my food, and summer rain / Knocked on my sullen heart in vain: - / Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take / And stab my spirit broad awake; / Or, Lord, if too obdurate I, / Choose thou, before that spirit die, / A piercing pain, a killing sin, / And to my dead heart run them in!