F. E. Walrond - Hereafter lyrics

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F. E. Walrond - Hereafter lyrics

Let those sore wounded with the spears of life Crave for oblivion; those who gasp for breath In the hot whirl of this perplexing strife Pray God to cease from striving after d**h! To each his heaven: but what have we to do With rest from labour, we whose dearest thought Is still to match our model with the true, Whose joy in life is in achievement wrought? God, if Thy pity lean towards man's hope, And Thou wouldst see Thy creatures each content, Give us no resting, but a larger scope To strive and battle with impediment. Give strength to fill our loftiest desire, That we may triumph where we now aspire.