Hom.Il.V403

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Hom. Il. V 403

If thou art tempted by a thought of ill,

Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem

Thou art a coward if thy safety seem

To spring too little from a righteous will;

For there is nightmare on thee, nor until

Thy soul hath caught the morning’s early gleam

Seek thou to analyze the monstrous dream

By painful introversion; rather fill

Thine eye with forms thou knowest to be truth;

But see thou cherish higher hope than this⁠—

hope hereafter that thou shall be fit

Calm-eyed to face distortion, and to sit

Transparent among other forms of youth

Who own no impulse save to God and bliss.