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Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats.

Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats.

AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats! Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me! (For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict  
 with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
You degradations—you tussle with passions and appe- 
 tites;
You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds,  
 the sharpest of all;)
You toil of painful and choked articulations—you mean- 
 nesses;
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the  
 shallowest of any;)
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smoth- 
 er'd ennuis;
Ah, think not you finally triumph—My real self has yet  
 to come forth;
It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies be- 
 neath me;
It shall yet stand up the soldier of unquestion'd victory.
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