To G.S. Poem by Philip Henry Savage

To G.S.



PRAY God to give me power to keep
Life's cureless evils out of sight;
Nor wander o'er the world and weep
The things I cannot do aright.

Let Manfred's load be bitter-borne,
And Werther cowardly outpour
His sorrows on the world … I scorn
To add one weight to weakness more.

October, 1892.

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