Be still, my soul
A.E.Housman
1859 to 1936
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The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-
Think rather,-call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: