  See, see!—the blows at his breast, Abyss at his back, The peril of dark that pressed, The doubts in a pack, That hunted to drag him down Have triumphed? and now He sinks who climbed for the crown To the Summit's brow? No!—though at the foot he lies, Fallen and vain, With gaze to the peak whose skies, He could not attain, The victory is, with strength— No matter the past!— He'd dare it again, the dark length, And the fall at last! |
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