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East London

'Twas August, and the fierce sun

Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,

And the pale weaver, through his windows

In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited.

I met a preacher there I knew, and said:"Ill and o'erworked, how fare you in this scene?" -"Bravely!" said he; "for I of late have

Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living bread."O human soul! as long as thou canst

Set up a mark of everlasting light,

Above the howling senses' ebb and flow,

To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam -Not with lost toil thou labourest through the night!

Thou mak'st the heaven thou hop'st indeed thy home.

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Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold (24 December 1822 – 15 April 1888) was an English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools. He was the son …

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