Bear down on me, Suffering sweet
Teach me pleasures of defeat
Draw me through the grille of pain
That I may price the grace of gain
Stab me, gore me in the back
Shackle me with chains of lack
Stall me, all deferred plans frustrate
That I no more might procrastinate
Vain hopes shrivel, whittle, douse
Use my neighbour, use my spouse
And aft vain caprice you have killed
Steel the frontiers of my will
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