Failure, then, failure! so the world stamps us at every turn. We strew it with our blunders, our misdeeds, our lost opportunities, with all the memorials of our inadequacy to our vocation. And with what a damning emphasis does it then blot us out! No easy fine, no mere apology or formal expiation, will satisfy the world's demands, but every pound of flesh exacted is soaked with all its blood. The subtlest forms of suffering known to man are connected with the poisonous humiliations incidental to these results.
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But Thou that know'st Love above Intrest or lust Strew the Myrtle and Rose on this once belov'd Dust...
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Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!
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Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!
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Scatter my ashes, strew them in the air: Lord since thou know'st where all these atoms are,...
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Strew your gladness on earth's bed, So be merry, so be dead.
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Who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
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