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Hath fickle Fortune faithless proved,
 And closed her liberal hand?
Are laurels drooping on thy brow
 By Fame's soft breath once fanned?
        Watch and wait.

True Virtue, in her conscious worth.
 Both sneer and frown defies;
When her pure gaze is heavenward turned
 Bright grow her tear-dimmed eyes.
        Watch and wait.

To gray-haired matron, hoary sage,
 Alike to small and great;
'Tis wisdom's voice through Nature speaks,
 And bids us watch and wait.
        Watch and wait.

Then be thy motto—watch and wait—
 Be strong to bear, to dare,
And Hope shall tinge with rainbow hues
 The night of thy despair.
        Watch and wait.