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take no shame for dark defeat

While prizing yet each victory won,

Who fight for the Right through all retreat,

Nor pause until their work is done.

The Cape-of-Storms is proof to every throe;

Vainly against that foreland beat

Wild winds aloft and wilder waves below:

The black cliffs gleam through rents in sleet

When the livid Antarctic storm-clouds glow.