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Perseverance.

Every hour and every moment
Brings its work for thee to do;
Strain each nerve to its full tension,
Thou may'st nobly struggle through.
Canst thou claim a hero's laurel
If thou shrinkest from the fight?
With the shield of truth before thee,
Up, and onward, for the right!

Every conquest that thou gainest,
Every prize that thou canst claim,
All the good that thou attainest,
Addeth luster to thy name.
Onward! for thou hast the power;
Onward! hast thou not the will?
Would'st thou claim a prize worth winning,
Thou must struggle onward still.


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