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Vi et armis.
Shake off thy dreams; let faith and prayer
Light the drear way: thy path is strait,
Contagion fills the misty air,
And clustering snares around thee wait.

Hope not for succor from below!
Stars shine from heaven, but shine at night.
Be stout of heart, come weal or woe;
Forward,—and God defend the Right!