  Be faithful soldiers, fearing not, What traitors may disclose; There is a purpose in our lot More powerful than foes. If we could once peruse life’s page, [A blurred and blotted scroll,] The failures would our thought engage Though fled beyond control. If we could once life’s page peruse, Each loss returned, a gain, Would give such wisdom as accrues From knowledge, bought of pain. We never know what we can do; The problems none attempt Now lying open to our view, Have meanings little dreamt. We gird our armor on to meet The enemy’s advance; But in the frenzy of retreat, Too often yield to chance, Stand ready; boldly face the front; Press on and on: prevail. Be brave to bear the battle’s brunt; The hero cannot fail. |
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