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 * He still must climb,
 * He still must climb!

What though worlds stagger, and the suns
 * Seem shaken in their place,

Trust thou the leaping love that runs
 * Creative over space:
 * Take heart of grace,
 * Take heart of grace!

What though great kingdoms fall on death
 * Before the stabbing blade,

Their brazen might was only breath,
 * Their substance but a shade—
 * Be not dismayed,
 * Be not dismayed!

Man's dream which conquered brute and clod
 * Shall fail not, but endure,

Shall rise, though beaten to the sod,
 * Shall hold its vantage sure—
 * As sure as God,
 * As sure as God!