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 "id": "ameen-rihani/o-give-me-strength-to-take",
 "title": "O, Give Me Strength to Take",
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 "subtitle": null,
 "poet": "Ameen Rihani",
 "poet_slug": "ameen-rihani",
 "language": "en",
 "book": "Myrtle and Myrrh",
 "book_slug": "myrtle-and-myrrh",
 "book_kind": "volume",
 "sequence": 33,
 "container": null,
 "epigraph": null,
 "first_published": {
  "year": 1905,
  "venue": "Myrtle and Myrrh (1905)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
  "uncertain": false,
  "sources": [
   "https://archive.org/details/myrtlemyrrhpoems00riha"
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  "file": "poetry.xhtml",
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   "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_Chant_of_Mystics_and_Other_Poems",
   "https://archive.org/details/myrtlemyrrhpoems00riha",
   "https://archive.org/details/chantofmysticsot00riha"
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
 },
 "verification": {
  "level": "structural-only",
  "last_checked": "2026-08-20"
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  "n_stanzas": 4,
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  [
   {
    "text": "Thy love’s as tender as the drooping rose that sadly says to earth:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "“No more have I the strength to take what thou giv’st me;”",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "But unlike her, alas, thy love’s complaint of dearth:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "“Thou hast no strength to give what I demand of thee.”",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Thy love hath heard the many whispered promises of every soul;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "His birth methinks is nigh coeval with the birth of time:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He lives in death throughout the ages, and his goal",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Is hidden in the faded flowers from every clime.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "His soul is deeper than the sea and deepest caverns in its bed;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "’T is higher than the highest sky above our own;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "’T is purer than the morning dew a-dripping from the salvias red;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "’T is mightier than the four winds, blowing from every zone.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "This love hath offered me the keys of all his halls and towers,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And to my heart with clinging kisses he appealed;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But, ah, forgive me God! must I the sweetest flowers",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Refuse because they do not grow in Beauty’s field?",
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   }
  ]
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