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 Spread sail! for it is Hope to-day that like a wind new-risen Doth waft us on a golden wing towards a new horizon, That is the sun before our sight, the beacon for us burning, That is the star in all our night of watching and of yearning.

Love is this thing that we pursue to-day, to-night, for ever, We care not whither, know not who shall be at length the giver: For Love,—our life and all our years are cast upon the waves; Our heart is as the hand that steers;—but who is He that saves?

We ply with oars, we strive with every sail upon our mast— We never tire, never fail—and Love is seen at last: