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First must the ancient die; then shall be quick

New fires within us. Brother, we shall make

Incredible discoveries and inherit

The fruits of hope, and love shall be awake. Charles Langbridge Morgan

OW is the time of the splendour of Youth and Death.

The spirit of man grows grander than men knew.

The unbearable burden is borne, the impossible done;

Though harder is yet to do

Before this agony end, and that be won

We seek through blinding battle, in choking breath,—

The New World, seen in vision! Land of lands,

In the midst of storms that desolate and divide,

In the hour of the breaking heart, O far-descried,

You build our courage, you hold up our hands.