Struggle Not With Thy Life! - The Heavy Doom Resist Not, It Will Bow Thee Like A Slave: Strive Not! Thou Shalt Not Conquer; To Thy Tomb Thou Shalt Go Crushed, And Ground, Though Ne'er So Brave. Complain Not Of Thy Life! - For What Art Thou More Than Thy Fellows, That Thou Should'St Not Weep? Brave Thoughts Still Lodge Beneath A Furrowed Brow, And The Way-Wearied Have The Sweetest Sleep. Marvel Not At Thy Life! - Patience Shall See The Perfect Work Of Wisdom To Her Given; Hold Fast Thy Soul Through This High Mystery, And It Shall Lead Thee To The Gates Of Heaven.