English Poetry. Anne Brontë. The Narrow Way. Энн Бронте.
And faint before the truth.
Must all his powers employ.
Should never crave the rose.
Arm, arm thee for the fight!
Toil through the hottest day.
Or it will hold thee back.
And face its deadliest frown.
Or who should scorn or slight?
The earnest of his rest?