Or this yet gloomier night,
Has moved a something high
In my cold heart; and I,
That do not often pray,
Would pray to-night.
And first on Thee I call
For bread, O God of might!
Enough of bread for all, —
That through the famished1 town
Cold hunger may lie down
With none to-night.
I pray for hope no less,
Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord,
That to the struggling young
May preach with brazen2 tongue
Stout3 Labour, high success,
And bright reward.
And last, O Lord, I pray
For hearts resigned and bold
To trudge4 the dusty way —
Hearts stored with song and joke
And warmer than a cloak
Against the cold.
If nothing else he had,
He who has this, has all.
This comforts under pain;
This, through the stinging rain,
Keeps ragamuffin glad
Behind the wall.
This makes the sanded inn
A palace for a Prince,
And this, when griefs begin
And cruel fate annoys,
Can bring to mind the joys
Of ages since.
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1 famished | |
adj.饥饿的 | |
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2 brazen | |
adj.厚脸皮的,无耻的,坚硬的 | |
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4 trudge | |
v.步履艰难地走;n.跋涉,费力艰难的步行 | |
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