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Weak and irresolute is man:
The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.
Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part;
Virtue engages his assent,
But pleasure wins his heart.
Bound on a voyage of awful length,
Through dangers little known;
A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne’er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 351 |
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