The path before me winds and bends,
A weight that patience never ends;
Each step a duty, slow and curious,
The climb is steep, the task onerous.
The sun looks on with blazing eyes,
No shortcut carved, no sly disguise;
Yet through the trial, harsh and furious,
Strength is born from what’s onerous.
So let the burden press its claim,
Let hardship kindle inner flame;
For though the load feels cold, injurious,
The heart grows vast from all onerous.
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