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If thou art tempted by a thought of ill, / Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem / Thou art a coward if thy safety seem / To spring too little from a righteous will; / For there is nightmare on thee, nor until / Thy soul hath caught the morning's early gleam / Seek thou to analyze the monstrous dream / By painful introversion; rather fill / Thine eye with forms thou knowest to be truth; / But see thou cherish higher hope than this, -- / hope hereafter that thou shall be fit / Calm-eyed to face distortion, and to sit / Transparent among other forms of youth / Who own no impulse save to God and bliss.