The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: The fragile mist of fair deceit that lay
O'er the bleak years that severed me from death.
Yes, at the sight I quailed; but, not unwise
Or not, O God, without some nervous thread
Of that best valour, Patience, bowed my head,
And with firm bosom and most steadfast eyes,
Strong in all high resolve, prepared to tread
The unlovely path that leads me toward the skies.
V.
Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease
To grateful hearts; for by especial hap,
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