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So tired am I, so weary of to-day, / So unrefreshed from foregone weariness, / So overburdened by foreseen distress, / So lagging and so stumbling on my way, / I scarce can rouse myself to watch or pray, / To hope, or aim, or toil for more or less, -- / Ah, always less and less, even while I press / Forward and toil and aim as best I may. / Half-starved of soul and heartsick utterly, / Yet lift I up my heart and soul and eyes / (Which fail in looking upward) toward the prize: / Me, Lord, Thou seest though I see not Thee; / Me now, as once the Thief in Paradise, / Even me, O Lord my Lord, remember me.