< Poems of Experience

Over and over the task was set,
  Over and over I slighted the work,
But ever and alway I knew that yet
  I must face and finish the toil I shirk.

Over and over the whip of pain
  Has spurred and punished with blow on blow;
As ever and alway I tried in vain
  To shun the labour I hated so.

Over and over I came this way
  For just one purpose: O stubborn soul!
Turn with a will to your work to-day,
  And learn the lesson of Self-Control.

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