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When my spirit faints again,
Let me think, amid my pain,
On the heroes of the past,
Whose firm spirits to the last,
Tried by fire, by rack, by halter,
Never once did faint or falter!
Matched with theirs how light my grief,
My sufferings how mild and brief!
Dare I ask to live at ease
Remembering the lot of these?
Let me think, amid my pain,
On the heroes of the past,
Whose firm spirits to the last,
Tried by fire, by rack, by halter,
Never once did faint or falter!
Matched with theirs how light my grief,
My sufferings how mild and brief!
Dare I ask to live at ease
Remembering the lot of these?
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