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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'envoi To "Life's Handicap"</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My new-cut ashlar takes the light<br> Where crimson-blank the windows flare;<br>By my own work, before the night,<br> Great Overseer I make my prayer.<br> <br>If there be good in that I wrought,<br> Thy hand compelled it, Master, Thine;<br>Where I have failed to meet Thy thought<br> I know, through Thee, the blame is mine.<br> <br>One instant's toil to Thee denied<br> Stands all Eternity's offence,<br>Of that I did with Thee to guide<br> To Thee, through Thee, be excellence.<br> <br>Who, lest all thought of Eden fade,<br> Bring'st Eden to the craftsman's brain,<br>Godlike to muse o'er his own trade<br> And Manlike stand with God again.<br> <br>The depth and dream of my desire,<br> The bitter paths wherein I stray,<br>Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire,<br> Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay!<br> <br>One stone the more swings to her place<br> In that dread Temple of Thy Worth --<br>It is enough that through Thy grace<br> I saw naught common on Thy earth.<br> <br>Take not that vision from my ken;<br> Oh whatsoe'er may spoil or speed,<br>Help me to need no aid from men<br> That I may help such men as need!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 Where crimson-blank the windows flare;
By my own work, before the night,
 Great Overseer I make my prayer.
 
If there be good in that I wrought,
 Thy hand compelled it, Master, Thine;
Where I have failed to meet ..."></div>
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