Poems (Cromwell)/Handicapped

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HANDICAPPED
'Tis in a measure easy not to plan But simply to lie still and brave all day A single discipline. I've put away Ambition. From a straight, a narrow span Of life, a lofty quietude I scan, And an unclouded beauty I survey. My hands are idle, but my thoughts can weigh And prove what has been true since earth began. By suffering released from self-endeavour, I view reality, that rainbow skein That is like sunlight and the sombre rain. Although my body must lie still forever, With vigorous will out of myself I lean And gather what my body has not seen.
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