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COURAGE.

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White-souled son of Afric!
We greet thee to-day;
For we tread, as thy feet trod,
A wearisome way;
But joy gilds the hill-top,
When climbing is past;
Who welcome cross, spear, and thorn,
Triumph at last.
Courage, my soul!