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<p>WHO SHALL DELIVER ME?</p>

<p>GOD strengthen me to bear myself;<lb>
That heaviest weight of all to bear,<lb>
Inalienable weight of care.</p>

<p>All others are outside myself;<lb>
I lock my door and bar them out,<lb>
The turmoil, tedium, gad-about.</p>

<p>I lock my door upon myself,<lb>
And bar them out; but who shall wall<lb>
Self from myself, most loathed of all?</p>

<p>If I could once lay down myself,<lb>
And start self-purged upon the race<lb>
That all must run! Death runs apace.</p>

<p>If I could set aside myself,<lb>
And start with lightened heart upon<lb>
The road by all men overgone!</p>

<p>God harden me against myself,<lb>
This coward with pathetic voice<lb>
Who craves for ease, and rest, and joys:</p>

<p>Myself, arch-traitor to myself;<lb>
My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,<lb>
My clog whatever road I go.</p>

<p>Yet One there is can curb myself,<lb>
Can roll the strangling load from me,<lb>
Break off the yoke and set me free.</p>

<p><hi rend="smallcaps">Christina G. Rossetti</hi>.</p>

<p><handwritten>The Argosy.  Feb: 1866.</handwritten></p>


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