Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, <br />We leave the brutal world to take its way, <br />And, Patience! in another life, we say <br />The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. <br /> <br />And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn <br />The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they, <br />Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, <br />Support the fervours of the heavenly morn? <br /> <br />No, no! the energy of life may be <br />Kept on after the grave, but not begun; <br />And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, <br /> <br />From strength to strength advancing--only he, <br />His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, <br />Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.<br /><br />Matthew Arnold<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/immortality/
