  There is no day but leads me to A peak impossible to scale, A task at which my hands must fail, A sea I cannot swim or sail. There is no night I suffer thro But Destiny rules stern and pale: And yet what I am meant to do I will do, ere Death drop his veil. And it shall be no little thing, Tho to oblivion it fall, For I shall strive to it thro all That can imperil or appal. I mount again, less slave and thrall, And at the barriers gladly fling A fortitude that scorns to crawl. |
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