  Would we dwell on the mountain height Whence the world is lovely and bright. Then we must be eager to climb, Ready and willing to press For the noble, the true, the sublime, To comfort, to bless. Would we stand like heroes of yore When life's sternest conflicts are o'er, Would we stand triumphant at last, Or weep the chances we miss As the tide of the battle sweeps past— To conquer is bliss. Would we see the foemen retreat, The foemen we dreaded to meet, Battalions of pain, of despair:— On! it is never too late! Let us strive for a heritage fair, |
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