“T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.”

Weak is the Will of Man.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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English Romantic poet 1770–1850

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