FICHTE.

"God did anoint thee with his odorous oil,

To wrestle, not to reign; and he assigns

All thy tears over, like pure crystallines,

For younger fellow-workers of the soil

To wear for amulets. So others shall

Take patience, labor, to their hearts and hands,

From thy hands, and thy heart, and thy brave cheer,

And God's grace fructify through thee to all."

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