The Stoic

The cold of winter and ceaseless rain
Come powerless against him: the Stoic heart
Of the fierce summer sun or racking pain

To bend this iron frame standing apart
Unspoiled by public feast and jollity:
Patient, unwearied night and day he bears

Stoic Poetry

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