"Try not to feel!" Become callous
To all of the world and its sneers,
To trample the heart, sore within us,
And care not when taunted with jeers;
Accepting with grace, the mean portion
So pitilessly doled out each day,
And satisfied be with the gleaning
'Though one falter and faint by the way.
To all of the world and its sneers,
To trample the heart, sore within us,
And care not when taunted with jeers;
Accepting with grace, the mean portion
So pitilessly doled out each day,
And satisfied be with the gleaning
'Though one falter and faint by the way.
"Try not to feel!" It is easy
To preach unto those of no heart—
But they who are climbing the mountain
Know well how the thorns tear apart
And pierce the white feet that are pressing
The soil, all so scorching and rough.
"Try not to feel!" Ah, the mockery,
As well whisper winds "'tis enough."
To preach unto those of no heart—
But they who are climbing the mountain
Know well how the thorns tear apart
And pierce the white feet that are pressing
The soil, all so scorching and rough.
"Try not to feel!" Ah, the mockery,
As well whisper winds "'tis enough."
"Try not to feel!" If each human
A burden alone could but bear
Without inflicting another.
What need would there be of a prayer?
"Try not to feel!" And thus calmly
Go down to the grave without thought;
But oh, for the heart that was stifled,
To learn just how dearly 'twas bought.
A burden alone could but bear
Without inflicting another.
What need would there be of a prayer?
"Try not to feel!" And thus calmly
Go down to the grave without thought;
But oh, for the heart that was stifled,
To learn just how dearly 'twas bought.
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