Foiled by our fellow-men, depressed, outworn
We leave the brutal world to takes its way,
And, Patience, in another life we say,
The world shall be thrust down and we up-born.
And will not, then, the immortal armies, scorn
The worldвЂ™s poor, routed leavoings? or will they,
Who failed under the heat of this lifeвЂ™s day,
Support the fervours of the heavenly morn?
No, no! the energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flaggged not in the early strife,
From strength to strength advancing - only he,
His soul well knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, te eternal life.