Because thou hast believd, the wheels of life
Stand never idle, but go always round:
Not by their hands, who vex the patient ground,
Movd only; but by genius, in the strife
Of all its chafing torrents after thaw,
Urgd; and to feed whose movement, spinning sand,
The feeble sons of pleasure set their hand:
And, in this vision of the general law,
Hast labourd with the foremost, hast become
Laborious, persevering, serious, firm;
For this, thy track, across the fretful foam
Of vehement actions without scope or term,
Calld History, keeps a splendour: due to wit,
Which saw one clue to life, and followd it
To The Duke Of Wellington
Matthew Arnold
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