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[347] Which shares the common bale and bliss,
     No sadder lot could Folly draw,
Or Sin provoke from Fate, than this.

The meal unshared is food unblest:
     Thou hoard'st in vain what love should spend;
Self-ease is pain; thy only rest
     Is labor for a worthy end;

A toil that gains with what it yields,
     And scatters to its own increase,
And hears, while sowing outward fields,
     The harvest-song of inward peace.

Free-lipped the liberal streamlets run,
     Free shines for all the healthful ray;
The still pool stagnates in the sun,
     The lurid earth-fire haunts decay!

What is it that the crowd requite
     Thy love with hate, thy truth with lies?
And but to faith, and not to sight,
     The walls of Freedom's temple rise?

Yet do thy work; it shall succeed
     In thine or in another's day;
And, if denied the victor's meed,
     Thou shalt not lack the toiler's pay.

Faith shares the future's promise; Love's
     Self-offering is a triumph won;
And each good thought or action moves
     The dark world nearer to the sun.

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