October 22

Thou strengthenedst me with strength in my soul.

THEN he stood up, and trod to dust Fear and desire, mistrust and trust, And dreams of bitter sleep and sweet, And bound for sandals on his feet Knowledge and patience of what must And what things may be, in the heat And cold of years that rot and rust And alter; and his spirit's meat Was freedom, and his staff was wrought Of strength, and his cloak woven of thought.

For what has he, whose will sees clear, To do with doubt and faith and fear, Swift hopes, and slow despondencies? His heart is equal with the sea's And with the sea-wind's, and his ear Is level with the speech of these, And his soul communes and takes cheer With the actual earth's equalities,— Air, light, and night, hills, winds, and streams, And seeks not strength from strengthless dreams.

ALGERNON CHARLES SWIN- BURNE

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IDOLS