Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher by Walter… | Poetry Foundation
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I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Share I strove with none, for none was worth my strife: Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: I warm’d both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
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