Immortality (Matthew Arnold)
Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn
We leave the brutal world to take its way
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne
And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn
The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they
Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day
Support the fervours of the heavenly morn?
No, no! the energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun
And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife
From strength to strength advancing—only he
His soul well-knit, and all his battles won
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life