  Who has not felt his pulses gaily leap And throb and burn, the feeble step grow light And freer speed to scale life's fairest height As some sweet song, or merry jest or deep Toned humorous note lulls lagging care to sleep. Man may be mirthful built and yet contrite, May bear a buoyant heart through darkest night Whilst hope and love their angel vigil keep Twin foes of fear and gloom. Oh, loyal soul That dares to walk upright with dauntless tread; Amid the din of battle and the roll Of thunder-guns storm shattered o'er thy head, Press on, press ever onward, to the goal, |
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