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THE TEST.

I can wade grief, Whole pools of it,-- I 'm used to that.

But the least push of joy Breaks up my feet, And I tip -- drunken.

Let no pebble smile, 'T was the new liquor, --That was all!

Power is only pain, Stranded, through discipline, Till weights will hang.

Give balm to giants, And they 'll wilt, like men.

Give Himmaleh,-- They 'll carry him!