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 For still they travel slowly by

Beneath the promise of the sky,

Scorned and rejected utterly;

Unhonoured; things of little worth

Upon the highroads of this earth;

Afflicted, destitute and weak:

Nor find the beauty that they seek,

The God they set their trust upon:

—Yet still they march rejoicing on.

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