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Through  all  the  long,  drear  night  o f  years
                                          T he  people's  cry  a^eendeth,
                                       And  earth  is  wet  with  blood  and  tears,
                                          But  our  meek  suffering  endeth 1
                                       The  feu-  shall  not forever  sway,
                                          The  many  toil  in  sorrow;
                                       The powers  of  hell  are strong to-day,
                                          But  Christ  shall  rise to-morrow  !
                                       Though  hearts  brood o’er  the  past,  our  eye;'
                                          With  sinning  futures  "listen  ;
                                       For  <o  J  our  day bursts  up  the  skies—
                                          Lean  out  our  souls  and  listen!
                                       The  world  rolls  Freedom ’s  radianl  way,
                                          And  ripens with  her  sorrow :
                                       Keep  heart!  who  bear  the  cross  to-day
                                          Shall  wear the  crown  to-morrOW 1

                                       O,  Youth,  flame-earnest,  still  aspire
                                          With  energies  immortal I
                                       To  many  a  heaven  of  desire
                                          Our  yearning opes  a portal!
                                       And though  A ge wearies by  the  way,
                                          And  hearts  break  in  the  furrow.
                                       W e’ll sow the  golden grain  to-day—
                                          The  harvest  comes  to-morrow.

                                        Bui id  up  heroic  lives,  and  all
                                          Be  like  the  sheathen  sabre,
                                        Ready  to  flash  out  at  G o d ’s  call—-
                                          O !  Chiva'ry  o f  la bor!
                                       Triumph  and  Toil  arc  twins— and  aye
                                          Joy  suns the  cloud  of  sorrow ;
                                        And  'tis  the  martyrdom  to-day
                                          Brings victory  to-morrow !
                                                                          G f r a i.t >  M assey.
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